The Bard - Rabbie Burns

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 of a grace
As lang's my arm.

Tonight's tea is Haggis, Neeps and Tatties.

The Burns Society put a beautiful wreath at his statue today. xx

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