“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm :
Weel are ye wordy o’a grace
As lang’s my arm.”
Rabbie Burns, ‘Address to a Haggis’
This Thursday, 25th January, marks Burns Night, the day where Scots all over the world raise a dram to Scotland’s national Bard. A traditional Burns Supper with haggis, neeps and tatties, as well as poetry and piping, is usually on the cards. While I don’t like everything Burns the man stands for, his language is such an important part of Scottish culture and I’m all for reasons to celebrate the power of the written word and my Scottish heritage on these dark January days leading up to Imbolc.
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