Burns Night Hamper
Robert Burns
Burns night traditionally falls on the birthday of Robert Burns, today, 25th January. The Burns supper is traditionally celebrated by Scots, in a night to celebrate the life and poetry works of the famous Scottish Bard.
What many don’t realise is that the Burns supper typically has a running order, in more formal settings. From piping in the guests, through to a set three course menu.
Surprisingly, haggis makers in Scotland revealed that the English eat more haggis than the Scots. Haggis makers MacSween say 60 percent of the haggis they make is sent south of the Border.
If you want to join in the celebrations of Burns night, why not treat yourself to a Burns night hamper? Scottishhampers.co.uk do some fantastic haggis filled hampers, perfect for Burns night, including the £96 Clansman and the more luxurious, double-wicker-basket-stacked, £375 Loch Ness Hamper.
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If you are planning on celebrating with a Burns supper, then you will also need give an Address tae the haggis. Deepen your voice, and read the following:
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace
As lang’s my arm.
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 sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
“Bethankit!” ‘hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll mak it whissle;
An’ legs an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.
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!
If you’re one of those people who can’t eat haggis because you can’t bear to think about what a haggis actually is, then Hampergifts.co.uk have a wide range of hampers to suit all budgets (minus haggis).
