The groaning trencher

“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.

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

The Address to a Haggis in Nagaland, India: The Scientific Exploration Society team enjoys a Burns Supper with Stahly Haggis in 2001


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