WordPress Photo Challenge – Heritage – Home of the Wild Haggis

West Lomond Hill from Harperleas Resevoir


As part of this weeks photo challenge, heritage, here is a couple of photographs of the type of terrain in which you will find the infamous Scottish haggis.

West Lomond Hill,  possible location for wild haggis
West Lomond Hill, possible location for wild haggis

Very much a part of Scottish heritage, wild haggis hunting is only allowed at certain times of the year, from St Andrew’s Day (Nov 30th) to Burn’s Night (Jan 25th). The aforementioned Rabbie Burns, wrote an excellent poem – Address to a Haggis – which first appeared in the Caledonian Mercury in 1786.

Address to a Haggis

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 worthy o’ 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 you 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;
The 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 scunner,
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 bloody 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

 

Address to a Haggis – English Translation

Good luck to you and your honest, plump face,
Great chieftain of the sausage race!
Above them all you take your place,
Stomach, tripe, or intestines:
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm.

The groaning trencher there you fill,
Your buttocks like a distant hill,
Your pin would help to mend a mill
In time of need,
While through your pores the dews distill
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour wipe,
And cut you up with ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like any ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm steaming, rich!

Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive:
Devil take the hindmost, on they drive,
Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by
Are bent like drums;
Then old head of the table, most like to burst,
‘The grace!’ hums.

Is there that over his French ragout,
Or olio that would sicken a sow,
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust,
Looks down with sneering, scornful view
On such a dinner?

Poor devil! see him over his trash,
As feeble as a withered rush,
His thin legs a good whip-lash,
His fist a nut;
Through bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit.

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his ample fist a blade,
He’ll make it whistle;
And legs, and arms, and heads will cut off
Like the heads of thistles.

You powers, who make mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill of fare,
Old Scotland wants no watery stuff,
That splashes in small wooden dishes;
But if you wish her grateful prayer,
Give her [Scotland] a Haggis!

 

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20 thoughts on “WordPress Photo Challenge – Heritage – Home of the Wild Haggis

    1. Thank you for the compliment about the photos, and you aren’t the only one who needed the translation, even my wife who’s from Glasgow needed some parts translated! I’m in the same boat as you however, I needed the full translation! 🙂

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  1. I’ve been up to Scotland many times and absolutely love it. Your photos of the awesome scenery are beautiful. Haggis isn’t a dish I personally want to try but I love Burns’ poem (translated, of course). I wrote about it in my last New Year’s Eve post. 😀

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    1. Thanks for all the compliments Millie 🙂
      I’ll eat haggis if it’s served to me, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to have it! I’ll have to check out your post Millie, it’s an a brilliant poem by Burns’, the translation was for my benefit as much as anyone elses! Lol! 🙂

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    1. You’re a better, or braver woman than me Anne, I’ll eat haggis at a push, but it’s not my most favourite of foods! Thanks for the compliment about the photos 🙂

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