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Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm...(snip)
It is Burns Night, and I must mark the occasion. Despite being mostly Welsh (with a hint of Spanish), in days past I would have been at a Burns supper hosted by the Loyal Graig Highland Society, piping in the Haggis. Unfortunately, my bagpiping days are pretty much over due to R.S.I, so instead I look back on this wonderful Scottish tradition with great fondness and raise a glass to that wonderful rapscallion Scot, Robbie Burns.
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm...(snip)
It is Burns Night, and I must mark the occasion. Despite being mostly Welsh (with a hint of Spanish), in days past I would have been at a Burns supper hosted by the Loyal Graig Highland Society, piping in the Haggis. Unfortunately, my bagpiping days are pretty much over due to R.S.I, so instead I look back on this wonderful Scottish tradition with great fondness and raise a glass to that wonderful rapscallion Scot, Robbie Burns.