If the day of St Paul prove clear
Then shall betide a happy year
If it chance to snow or rain
Then shall be dear all kinds of grain
But if high winds shall be aloft
Wars shall vex this realm full oft
And if thick mists make dark the sky
Both beast and fowls this year shall die
Erra Pater 1694
oh dear!!
It is also Burns Night. Born in 1759, the pride of Scotland has his birthday commemorated by holding Burns Suppers, whose centrepiece is the Haggis. This is his famous address to the aforementioned pud!
Fair fa' your honest sonsie face
Great chieftain o' the pudding race
Abune them a' ye tak your place
Painch, tripe, or thairm
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm
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