To a Haggis (1787)
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.
It begins with the Piping in of the Haggis and then of course the Robbie Burns poem "To a Haggis", then the Toast to the Lassies and the Toast to the Laddies. Then there is the eulogy about Burns himself. Finally the Star of Burns is sung. Of course there's the glorious eating of the haggis too. Some must drink a fair bit of scotch to get up the courage for the event and some indeed down a fair bit of scotch to get the haggis to stay in place, but there are indeed those who take their haggis straight up. It's a night to remember. Dancing and bag pipes and tonight, the Pepper Pot all the way from Scotland with their hilarious entertainment. They had everyone up dancing and laughing. Many of the laddies wore kilts while the lassies were decked out in gowns and sashes. A fine night indeed!