Burns' Nicht
Fit's that I heard the poet say?
Some 'Chieftain o' the puddin' race'.
Within it a' they tak their place:
Guffin', stinkin' meat.
But stomachs and bollocks, mutton and brains
I canna eat.
But that's nae need to turn aroon',
Though ye'll nae see me force it doon,
Instead I'll play a diff'rent tune
I'll mak it we Quorn.
And should ye think that's nae fer you
Ye've ne'er be born!
Wi' ready slight the onion might
Fair better than that stomach shite
And veg'tables they'll tak tae fight
Cholesterol
And toast it wi' whisky if ye like
Slainte Mhor!
Abundh them a' this pudding fair,
But dinna graet if ye dinna care,
Auld Scotland taks nae stinkin' ware
She'll skelp yer luggies!
But ach aye fine, fer they that dare,
Veggie Haggis!
Some 'Chieftain o' the puddin' race'.
Within it a' they tak their place:
Guffin', stinkin' meat.
But stomachs and bollocks, mutton and brains
I canna eat.
But that's nae need to turn aroon',
Though ye'll nae see me force it doon,
Instead I'll play a diff'rent tune
I'll mak it we Quorn.
And should ye think that's nae fer you
Ye've ne'er be born!
Wi' ready slight the onion might
Fair better than that stomach shite
And veg'tables they'll tak tae fight
Cholesterol
And toast it wi' whisky if ye like
Slainte Mhor!
Abundh them a' this pudding fair,
But dinna graet if ye dinna care,
Auld Scotland taks nae stinkin' ware
She'll skelp yer luggies!
But ach aye fine, fer they that dare,
Veggie Haggis!