The whole school is learning their Burns poem and primary 6 have Auld Lang Syne to learn and primary 7 have the poem that they do every year and it is Address To The Haggis.\u00a0 We got our poems 3 weeks before the day that we have to say the poem so we had quite a lot of time to remember there poems and by now most of the people know there poems and they are working on there expression and there Scottish accent. Burns day is on the 25th of January but we have to say our poems to the judges in the morning. The address to the haggis is the most difficult one to remember. Every year we invite the locals to come up to the school and we have a good time and sing songs and first place in each poem has to go on the stage and say there poem. We always decorate the hall and we have a burns dinner.<\/p>\n
This is Address to a Haggis poem by Robert Burns<\/p>\n
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
\nGreat chieftain o the puddin’-race!
\nAboon them a’ ye tak your place,
\nPainch, tripe, or thairm:
\nWeel are ye worthy o’ a grace
\nAs lang’s my arm.<\/p>\n
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
\nYour hurdies like a distant hill,
\nYour pin wad help to mend a mill
\nIn time o need,
\nWhile thro your pores the dews distil
\nLike amber bead.<\/p>\n
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
\nAn cut you up wi ready slight,
\nTrenching your gushing entrails bright,
\nLike onie ditch;
\nAnd then, O what a glorious sight,
\nWarm-reekin, rich!<\/p>\n
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
\nDeil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
\nTill a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
\nAre bent like drums;
\nThe auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
\n‘Bethankit’ hums.<\/p>\n
Is there that owre his French ragout,
\nOr olio that wad staw a sow,
\nOr fricassee wad mak her spew
\nWi perfect scunner,
\nLooks down wi sneering, scornfu view
\nOn sic a dinner?<\/p>\n
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
\nAs feckless as a wither’d rash,
\nHis spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
\nHis nieve a nit;
\nThro bloody flood or field to dash,
\nO how unfit!<\/p>\n
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
\nThe trembling earth resounds his tread,
\nClap in his walie nieve a blade,
\nHe’ll make it whissle;
\nAn legs an arms, an heads will sned,
\nLike taps o thrissle.<\/p>\n
Ye Pow’rs, wha mak mankind your care,
\nAnd dish them out their bill o fare,
\nAuld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
\nThat jaups in luggies:
\nBut, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
\nGie her a Haggis<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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The whole school is learning their Burns poem and primary 6 have Auld Lang Syne to learn and primary 7 have the poem that they do every year and it is Address To The Haggis.\u00a0 We got our poems 3 weeks before the day that we have to say the poem so we had quite … <\/p>\n