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address to a haggis

fair fa&039; your honest, nsie face,

great chiefta o&039; the puddg-race!

aboon the a&039; yet tak your pce,

pach, tripe, or thair:

weel are ye wordy o&039;a grace

as ng&039;s y ar

the groang trencher there ye fill,

your hurdies like a distant hill,

your p was help to nd a ill

ti o&039;need,

while thro&039; your pores the dews distil

like aber bead

his knife see rtic bour dight,

an&039; cut you up wi&039; ready sleight,

trenchg your ghg entrails bright,

like ony ditch;

and then, o what a glorio sight,

war-reek&039;, rich!

then, horn for horn, they stretch an&039; strive:

deil tak the hdost! on they drive,

till a&039; their weel-swall&039;d kytes belyve

are bent like drus;

then auld guidan, aist like to rive,

bethankit! hus

is there that owre his french ragout

or olio that wad staw a w,

or fricassee wad ake her spew

wi&039; perfect snner,

looks down wi&039; sneerg, srnfu&039; view

on sic a dner?

poor devil! see hi owre his trash,

as feckles as wither&039;d rash,

his spdle shank, a guid whip-sh;

his nieve a nit;

thro&039; blody flood or field to dash,

o how unfit!

but ark the rtic, haggis-fed,

the treblg earth reunds his tread

cp his walie nieve a bde,

he&039;ll ak it whissle;

an&039; legs an&039; ars, an&039; hands will sned,

like taps o&039; trissle

ye pow&039;rs, wha ak ankd your care,

and dish the out their bill o&039; fare,

auld stnd wants nae skkg ware

that jaups ggies;

but, if ye wish her gratefu&039; prayer

gie her a haggis!