Piping in the Haggis
The Burns supper, as you probably know is a traditional celebration of the birth of our National bard Robert Burns. I studied his poetry at school and my father loved him a lot so its no wonder that I enjoy this kind of party. Traditionally ladies are not invited to the Burns supper and that is still the case in the stricter burns supper. Piece of nonsense but there we have it. I wanted to go to my husbands supper in disguise but it might have been more trouble than it is worth. This part is the piping in of the Haggis, followed by an address to the Haggis written by Burns. I enclose a few verses for interest.
Address To a Haggis
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.
(sonsie = jolly/cheerful)
(aboon = above)
(painch = paunch/stomach, thairm = intestine)
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
(hurdies = buttocks)
His knife see rustic Labour dicht,
An' cut you up wi' ready slicht,
Trenching your gushing entrails bricht,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sicht,
(dicht = wipe, here with the idea of sharpening)
(slicht = skill)
(reeking = steaming
During the poem on the 3 verse there the reciter of the poem plunges a dagger into the steaming haggis. It is then piped in to the kitchen (meaning the piper plays a suitable tune) to be distributed to the guests with tatties and neeps ( potatoes and turnips)
If you haven't tried haggis, don't be afraid, it is delicious and spicy.
I can let you see the rest of the photos when I figure out how to make the connection to Flickr