Burns Night 2012
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.
Haggis, Tatties and Neeps with a wee dram
All gone and very nice too
