Address to a Haggis by Robert Burns Scottish Poetry Library

His knife see rustic Labour dight, An cut you up wi ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn.. Image of Robert Burns. Address to a Haggis (Scots: Address to the Haggis) is a Scots language poem by Scottish poet, Robert Burns in 1786. One of the more well known Scottish poems, the title refers to the national dish of Scotland, haggis, which is a savoury pudding.The poem is most often recited at “Burns supper” a Scottish cultural event celebrating the life of Robert Burns where everybody.

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