To a Haggis!
Fair fa' your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftan 0' the puddin' race,
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm,
Weel are ye worthy 0' a grace,
As lang's ma airm.
Ye Pow'rs who mak mankind your care,
And dish them oot their bill 0' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware,
That jaups in luggies,
But, if you wish her gratfu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Here is a whisky.