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Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftan o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang’s my arm

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
You pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’need
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead

"Ode to a Haggis"  -  Robert Burns

 

If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane
The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane.

From Whinny-muir when thou may'st pass,
To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last;

Lyke Wake Walk
(Traditional, NE England)

 

Dhannsainn is ruidhleadh mi
Air oidhche banais Mór a'Cheannaich
Dhannsainn is ruidhleadh mi
Air oidhche banais Mórag
Dhannsainn is ruidhleadh mi
Air oidhche banais Mór a'Cheannaich
Dhannsainn is ruidhleadh mi
Air oidhche banais Mórag

Traditional Puirt A Beul, via Capercaillie