
Address to a Haggis by Robert Burns - Scottish Poetry Library
About this poem Address to a Haggis – downloadable PDF Find out how to host a Burns Supper and lots more about Robert Burns in our special Burns Night page.
Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o’ fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer, Gie her a Haggis! …
Burns Supper - Scottish Poetry Library
There are two stories linked to the poem’s creation. The first considers that Burns invited for dinner at the house of merchant, Andrew Bruce, and composed the poem to amuse the …
Robert Burns - Poet - Scottish Poetry Library
Here you you will find all you need to know about organising a Burns Supper, discover Scots language poems old and new, and places to visit that tell the remarkable story of Robert …
To a Mouse by Robert Burns - Scottish Poetry Library
The anxieties are not the mouse’s, they are the speaker’s. This poem is wildly self-obsessed and much darker than its popularity in the classroom would suggest. Its proposed subject-matter …
Burns Night - Scottish Poetry Library
The traditional Burns Night involves the theatre of a supper of haggis, neeps and tatties (mashed turnip and potato), washed down with malt whisky to the accompaniment of a bagpiper, poetry …
graces & toasts Archives - Scottish Poetry Library
graces & toasts Here’s a health to them that’s awa - by Robert Burns { Poem }
A Man's a Man for a' That by Robert Burns - Scottish Poetry Library
Robert Burns from The Canongate Burns: the complete poems and songs of Robert Burns (Canongate, 2001)
To A Haggis - Scottish Poetry Library
To A Haggis Postcard From the poem by Robert Burns. Designed and printed in Scotland by Clare Melinsky. Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race! Aboon …
Tam o’ Shanter by Robert Burns - Scottish Poetry Library
Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this buke. — Gawin Douglas When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neebors, neebors meet, As market-days are wearing late, An’ folk begin to …