The Haggis

To Mrs M___, to whom we were indebted for a haggis, whose amplitude was in somewise commensurate with the largeness of her heart.

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,

Great chieftain o' the pudding race!

A Haggis; a Haggis,

An honest Scottish Haggis!

Let Frenchmen make a loud to-do

About the length of their menu—

New-fangled fricassee, ragout,

And sic like dishes—

Auld Scotia's simple brag is

Her ancient Haggis!

To me arrives a Haggis;

A Haggis? — A HAGGIS!

A healthy, wholesome Haggis

As ever ye did see,

And writ upon the tag is:

"To Sergeant Joseph Lee—

Just boil it for a wee!"

Ah! well kenn'd I wha made it—

Frae the foundation laid it—

Wha packed it up, and prayed it

Wad in condition be—

As tho' hersel' had said it—

It brought me memorie

O' the land sae dear to me—

Land where the rock and crag is,

Land where the rill and quag is,

Land where the leaping stag is—

Did this Scotch Haggis.