Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind
Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
— Robbie Burns, “Address to a Haggis”
Get your Haggis right here!
Chopped heart and lungs
Boiled in a wee
sheep’s stomach!
Tastes as good as it sounds.
— Groundskeeper Willie, “Lisa the Beauty Queen’”
(This column from the Globe will only be around for a week, so check it out while you can.)