THE HAGGIS
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The fatted calf is kille't—
And say that so we will it—
Compel them come and pree
The big and buirdly Haggis
That's been sent out to me!"
"Losh, but I'll sound the slogan!"
Cried souple Stievie Logan,
And aff at aince set he.
And say that so we will it—
Compel them come and pree
The big and buirdly Haggis
That's been sent out to me!"
"Losh, but I'll sound the slogan!"
Cried souple Stievie Logan,
And aff at aince set he.
The Haggis; THE Haggis,
Yes, let us to the Haggis—
Pegasus, my nag is
Inclined to need the spur—
We passed it for inspection,
Then in the pot
Till it was hot—
O, glorious resurrection!
Yes, let us to the Haggis—
Pegasus, my nag is
Inclined to need the spur—
We passed it for inspection,
Then in the pot
Till it was hot—
O, glorious resurrection!
The Haggis, the Haggis;
Wull Wright an unco' wag is,
And he cried out wi' passion,
"The smell itsel'
Might very well
Serve for a sodger's ration!"
Wull Wright an unco' wag is,
And he cried out wi' passion,
"The smell itsel'
Might very well
Serve for a sodger's ration!"
