
The speaker praises the haggis as the greatest of all puddings, worthy of a grace because of its large, honest, substantial form. It fills a trencher, bulges like a distant hill, and spills rich juices as it is cut open by rustic Labour. A group eagerly eats it until their swollen bellies are tight, while auld Guidman gives thanks. The speaker scorns French ragout, olio, and fricassee, portraying those who prefer such dishes as weak and thin. In contrast, a Rustic fed on haggis is powerful enough to make the earth tremble and, armed with a blade, capable of cutting down limbs as easily as thistle tops. The speaker asks those who make mankind their care and dish out their food to give Auld Scotland a haggis rather than skinking ware that jaups in luggies.
By Robert Burns · First published 1787 · Genre: Mock-Heroic Poetry, Satirical Poetry, Ode · 464 words
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, / Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! / Aboon them a' yet tak your place, / Painch, tripe, or thairm: / Weel are ye wordy o'a grace / As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill, / Your hurdies like a distant hill, / Your pin was help to mend a mill / In time o'need, / While thro' your pores the dews distil / Like amber bead.
Address to a Haggis is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1787 CE.
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Scottish poetry · eighteenth-century Scotland · Scots language · mock-heroic ode · comic praise · haggis · Scottish national identity · food and feasting · working-class life · rustic labor · abundance · appetite