Your Honest Sonsie Face.

"His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut ye up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!"


Burn's Supper at Colin and Tanya's, with our host perfoming the honours.

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