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
3 comments:
Can you recite all of the above???
Grand-SONS!!!
No but I can copy and paste it.
Sorry!!!!!!!Shaun,
it's your Cumbrian accent.
lovely. enjoyed the journey of the meal!
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