BURNS NIGHT SUPPER AT NO1 SUNDAY THE 25TH JAN
7PM LIVE PIPER
STARTERS
* Cullen skink served with sough dough *Smoked Salmon and oatcakes
MAINS
*Haggis, Neeps and Tatties served with a Whiskey sauce (VEGGIE OPTION)
DESERTS
*Shortbread with Strawberry Whiskey Cream *Clootie Dumpling with Creamy thick Custard
SELKIRK GRACE ,
SOME HAE MEAT AND CANNE EAT AND SOME
WAD EAT THAT WANT IT
BUT WE HAE MEAT AND WE CAN WAT
SAE LET THE LORD BE THANK IT
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 of 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 ye up wi’ ready slight,�
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,�
Like onie 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 like 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 owre his trash,�
As feckless as a wither’d rash,�
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,�
His nieve a nit;�
Thro’ bluidy 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 make 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!
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