Editing Burns supper (section)

===Haggis===
==== Piping in the haggis ====
[[Image:RCMP_Pipe_Band_piping_in_the_Haggus.JPG|thumb|right|Piping in the haggis]]
[[Image:Bringing_in_the_haggis.jpg|thumb|right|Bringing in the haggis]]
[[File:'To a Haggis', Robert Burns, Edinburgh Edition 1787.jpg|thumb|"To a Haggis" (Edinburgh Edition 1787)]]
Guests are asked to stand as the [[haggis]] is brought in. Haggis is a meat dish<ref>{{Cite web|title=Haggis recipe|url=https://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/haggis_66072|access-date=2021-01-26|publisher=BBC Food}}</ref> but in recent decades, a vegetarian alternative is often available.<ref>{{Cite web|title=Vegetarian Haggis|url=https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/user/451190/recipe/vegetarian-haggis|access-date=2021-01-26|publisher=BBC Good Food}}</ref><ref>{{Cite web|date=2015-01-22|title=How to cook the perfect vegetarian haggis|url=http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/wordofmouth/2015/jan/22/how-to-cook-perfect-vegetarian-haggis|access-date=2021-01-26|website=The Guardian}}</ref> It is usually brought in by the cook on a large dish, generally while a bagpiper leads the way to the host's table, where the haggis is laid down. "[[A Man's A Man for A' That]]", "Robbie Burns Medley" or "The Star O' Robbie Burns" can be played.<ref>Archie Cairns – Book 1 Pipe Music 1995</ref> The host or a guest then recites the [[Address to a Haggis]]''.''

==== "Address to a Haggis" ====
[[Image:Bob Purdie addressing haggis 20040124 (cropped).jpg|thumb|right|upright|Addressing the [[haggis]]]]
{{Main|Address to a Haggis}}
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{{Lang|sco|Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,<br />
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!<br />
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,<br />
Painch, tripe, or thairm:<br />
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace<br />
As lang's my airm.|italic=no}}
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Nice seeing your honest, chubby face,<br />Great chieftain of the sausage race!<br />Above them all you take your place,<br />Belly, tripe, or links:<br />Well are you worthy of a grace<br />As long as my arm.
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{{Lang|sco|The groaning trencher there ye fill,<br />
Your hurdies like a distant hill,<br />
Your pin wad help to mend a mill<br />
In time o' need,<br />
While thro' your pores the dews distil<br />
Like amber bead.|italic=no}}

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The groaning platter there you fill,<br />Your buttocks like a distant hill,<br />Your pin would help to mend a mill<br />In time of need,<br />While through your pores the dews distill<br />Like amber bead.
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{{Lang|sco|His knife see rustic Labour dicht,<br />
An' cut you up wi' ready slicht,<br />
Trenching your gushing entrails bricht,<br />
Like ony ditch;<br />
And then, O what a glorious sicht,<br />
Warm-reekin, rich!|italic=no}}
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His knife see rustic Labour sharpen,<br />And cut you up with practiced skill,<br />Trenching your gushing entrails bright,<br />Like any ditch;<br />And then, Oh what a glorious sight,<br />Warm-steaming, rich!
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{{Lang|sco|Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:<br />
Deil tak the hindmaist! on they drive,<br />
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,<br />
Are bent like drums;<br />
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,<br />
"Bethankit" hums.|italic=no}}
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Then, spoon for spoon, they stretch and strive:<br />Devil take the hindmost, on they drive,<br />'Til all their well-swollen bellies soon<br />Are tight as drums;<br />Then old Master, most likely to burst,<br />"Thanks be" hums.
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{{Lang|sco|Is there that o're his French ragout<br />
Or olio that wad staw a sow,<br />
Or fricassee wad mak her spew<br />
Wi' perfect scunner,<br />
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view<br />
On sic a dinner?|italic=no}}
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Is there one, that over his French ragout,<br />Or olio that would give pause to a sow,<br />Or fricassee that would make her spew<br />With perfect loathing,<br />Looks down with sneering, scornful view<br />On such a dinner?
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{{Lang|sco|Poor devil! see him ower his trash,<br />
As feckless as a wither'd rash,<br />
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,<br />
His nieve a nit;<br />
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,<br />
O how unfit!|italic=no}}
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Poor devil! See him over his trash,<br />As feeble as a withered rush,<br />His spindly leg a good whip-lash,<br />His fist a nit:<br />Through bloody flood or field to dash,<br />Oh how unfit!
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{{Lang|sco|But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,<br />
The trembling earth resounds his tread.<br />
Clap in his wallie nieve a blade,<br />
He'll mak it whistle;<br />
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,<br />
Like taps o' thristle.|italic=no}}
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But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,<br />The trembling earth resounds his tread,<br />Clap in his sturdy fist a blade,<br />He'll make it whistle;<br />And legs and arms, and heads will cut,<br />Like tops of thistle.
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{{Lang|sco|Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,<br />
And dish them out their bill o' fare,<br />
Auld Scotland wants nae skinkin ware<br />
That jaups in luggies;<br />
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,<br />
Gie her a haggis!|italic=no}}
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You Pow'rs, that make mankind your care,<br />And dish them out their bill of fare,<br />Old Scotland wants no watery ware<br />That slops in bowls:<br />But, if You wish her grateful prayer,<br />Give her a Haggis!
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At the line ''{{Lang|sco|His knife see rustic Labour dicht}}'', the speaker normally draws and sharpens a knife. At the line ''{{Lang|sco|An' cut you up wi' ready slicht}}'', he plunges it into the haggis and cuts it open from end to end.  When done properly, the "ceremony" is a highlight of the evening.