Haggis Night
Neeps and
tatties and Cullen skink,
Read me an
ode and pour me a drink.
A whisky or
two?
Don’t mind
if I do.
A toast to
the haggis?
Well, if I
can catch it.
Here’s to
the finest of Scottish bards,
Verse by
the Scotland pound,
But not by
the Yard.
Slainte and
Hoots mon,
And lang
may yer lum reek,
Numpty Donald,
where’s your troosers?
On this braw, bricht, moonlight nicht.
A sporran,
a dirk, a wee Tam o’Shanter.
May your
porridge not cool nor kilt fail out of kilter.
I’ll fling,
I’ll reel, Gay Gordon ensues.
I'll hang on to my sporran,
Get thistle tattoos.
I'll hang on to my sporran,
Get thistle tattoos.
Aye, tis
Rabbie Burns night.
Shout, och
aye the noooooo!
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