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Happy Burns Night. May your haggis be always tasty. Jean x.

TO A HAGGIS All hail your honest rounded face, Great chieftain of the pudding race; Above them all you take your place, Beef, tripe, or lamb: You're worthy of a grace As long as my arm. The groaning trencher there you fill, Your sides are like a distant hill Your pin would help to mend a mill, In time of need, While through your pores the dews distil, Like amber bead. His knife the rustic goodman wipes, To cut you through with all his might, Revealing your gushing entrails bright, Like any ditch; And then, what a glorious sight, Warm, welcome, rich. Then plate for plate they stretch and strive, Devil take the hindmost, on they drive, Till all the bloated stomachs by and by, Are tight as drums. The rustic goodman with a sigh, His thanks he hums. Let them that o'er his French ragout, Or hotchpotch fit only for a sow, Or fricassee that'll make you spew, And with no wonder; Look down with sneering scornful view, On such a dinner. Poor devil, see him eat his trash, As feckless as a withered rush, His spindly legs and good whip-lash, His little feet Through floods or over fields to dash, O how unfit. But, mark the rustic, haggis-fed; The trembling earth resounds his tread, Grasp in his ample hands a flail He'll make it whistle, Stout legs and arms that never fail, Proud as the thistle. You powers that make mankind your care, And dish them out their bill of fare. Old Scotland wants no stinking ware, That slops in dishes; But if you grant her grateful prayer, Give her a haggis. Robert Burns

Er,, Thanks Jean but I hate Haggis lol Kate

Happy Burns Night to all the lovely Scotties er jocks

Happy Burns Night to all the lovely Scotties er jocks did i say that , its the bang on the head

Happy Burns Night, enjoy the Haggis, with neeps & tatties....yum yum :)))

Hate haggis, poor wee beastie.. You feeling ok ,Hassell / Usually insulting us ============*runs*:-)p

Rabbie Burns.....address to a toothache - written when the author was grievously tormented by that disorder... My curse upon they venomed stang, That shoots my tortured gums alang, And through my lugs gi'es money a twang, Wi grawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang, Like racking engines. When fevers burn, or ague freezes, Rheumatics gnaw, or cholic squeezes, Our neighbours' sympathy may ease us, Wi' pitying moan, But thee, thouse hell o'a'diseases, Aye mocks our groan. Adown my beard the slavers trickle, I kick the wee stools o'er the mickle, As round the fire the giglets keckle, To see me loup. While, raving mad, I wish a heckle, Were in their doup. Of a' the numerous human dools, Ill hairsts daft bargains, cutty-stools, Or worthy friends raked i' the mools, Sad sight to see. The tricks o' knaves, or fash o' foots, Thou bear'st the gree Where'er that place be priests ca' hell, Whence a' the tones o' misery yell, And ranked plagues their numbers tell, In dreadfu' raw, Thou Toothache, surely bear'st the bell Amang them a'....

I says to OH we should be having haggis an he says well imagine the chicken is a haggis!!! Am having a bit of difficulty with that one Lol Happy Burns night to all the scots have a great evening will join ya in a wee dram later! Kaz :o)

TO A SCOTTISH BARD. A well known Scottish poet Whose works have brought him fame, A man whose joined the ranks of those With a well respected name. An Ayrshire lad who trod the fields Among the sheep and ferns, Tonight, let's drink a toast to him The famous Rabbie Burns. Jeff

Hi Jean, I am a fellow Scot, but not great at quoting Burns... I'll try..Wee sleekit,coorin, timorous beastie, Oh what's a panic in thy breastie.. That is it...sad I know. Today would also have been my great grandfather's birthday.

I heard on Radio 2 ( Steve Wright) that o celebrate Burns night Scotlandpeople web site will have put on every single BMD registered ONLINE!! How true is this I wonder?

Haggis neeps and tatties lovely xxx