This famous poem by the great Scottish poet Robert Burns is regularly recited during celebrations throughout the world, whenever Haggis makes an appearance on the menu.

Address to the Haggis

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Address to the Haggis

By Robert Burns

(Translation into standard English)

Fair is your honest happy face
Great chieftain of the pudding race
Above them all you take your place
Stomach, tripe or guts
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm

The groaning platter there you fill
Your buttocks like a distant hill
Your skewer would help to repair a mill
In time of need
While through your pores the juices emerge
Like amber beads

His knife having seen hard labour wipes
And cuts you up with great skill
Digging into your gushing insides bright
Like any ditch
And then oh what a glorious sight
Warm steaming, rich

Then spoon for spoon
They stretch and strive
Devil take the last man, on they drive
Until all their well swollen bellies
Are bent like drums
Then, the old gent most likely to rift (burp)
Be thanked, mumbles

Is there that over his French Ragout
Or olio that would sicken a pig
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust
Looks down with a sneering scornful opinion
On such a dinner

Poor devil, see him over his trash
As week as a withered rush (reed)
His spindle-shank a good whiplash
His clenched fist…the size of a nut.
Through a bloody flood and battle field to dash
Oh how unfit

But take note of the strong haggis fed Scot
The trembling earth resounds his tread
Clasped in his large fist a blade
He'll make it whistle
And legs and arms and heads he will cut off
Like the tops of thistles

You powers who make mankind your care
And dish them out their meals
Old Scotland wants no watery food
That splashes in dishes
But if you wish her grateful prayer
Give her a haggis!

Task 1

Below is one sentence summarising each verse of the poem, but they are in the wrong order. Can you put them in the correct order?

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i will write about one saying or expression from Uzbekistan.

If you have one day, eat on your day "plow",
or if you have thousand day, eat also "plow". Plow is a traditional meal which is with rice made. welcome all!!!

i hope this was little bit difficult to understand but i tried to understand and imagine it. Good luck all

it is very useful for us

I see...This one is Scottish accent. Great.

I think it's something testy but difficult to understand. Actually i like .................Very much ...........

Takes me a long time to understand... Great poem though

Rather difficult but tasty