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Address to a Haggis
Robert Burns
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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For everyone interested in the Haggis Ceremony;
The haggis is traditionally piped in, on a silver salver carried by the cook, to a standing slow clap. As it’s laid down, Robert Burns' famous poem “Address to a haggis” is recited. At the first line of the third verse, the speaker draws and sharpens (or mimes sharpening) a knife, and at the next line – “An’ cut you up wi’ ready slicht” – plunges it into the haggis and cuts it open from end to end. At the close of the recital the company toasts the haggis and then settles down to eat it.
A Haggis Address is, of course, associated most frequently with Burns Night. But it can be a theatrical addition to any Scottish-themed evening, and a wonderful way to wow anyone unfamiliar with this particular tradition.
Here's a small compilation video of the ceremony performed last night at Blair Castle at the banquet of TKOQ in Scotland.
source: Denis Broci IGS
Sam performed the Address to a Haggis at Burns Night in LA in 2019 and 2020
source: Contemplating Outlander
And recited the poem for Men in Kilts
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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
(Read a translation of the poem Address to a Haggis here)
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Scottish New Year
We all know around the world that the Scottish New Year is highly significant and steeped in traditions. Mostly stemming from pagan and even Norse traditions and customs, they are ingrained in us, well us old folk anyway. You all know this because our song 'Auld Lang Syne' (times long past), by Robert Burns, is used all over the world, which has always surprised me. There are many traditions at New Year but I'll stick to the ones I know about and practiced through my life. Auld Lang Syne, do it properly. You should be in a circle around the dancefloor to sing it, holding hands in the normal way, at the last verse you cross your arms over your chest and take hands with those on either side of you again, I see foreigners crossing the arms all through and that's wrong. When the song ends everyone should run onto the dance floor still linked together, then you all have to twist under your arms without letting go so that you face outward from the circle.
Haud Hogmanay
Hogmanay is our biggest night, the above is how to say Happy Hogmanay in Scots. This happens on 31st December as midnight approaches. Major preparations are in place for this event and right now people are scurrying about making sure their houses are absolutely spotless, Redding the House, that all the dirt from the old year is out. You should have all debts paid before the bells too but this is nigh on impossible in todays economic climate. We also call this 'The Bells' When the bells ring at midnight you should be doing several things. Here where I live we do still have the horns from the shipyards going off at midnight but usually you hear church bells too. As they ring you should be spotlessly clean, house clean, food ready for guests, you should be holding a drink in one hand and food in the other, you must have money in your pocket. This is to ensure food will be there all year long. Whatever you are doing at the bells is what your year will bring. Once the bells have rung out, signifying the start of the new year, you should open a window to let the old year out and the new year in. This is when people step out of their homes and go 'first footing'. Also as soon as the bells ring you must turn your calendar over to the new one. My new one is currently on the wall under the old one, I will remove the old one when the bells ring.
First Footing
Your first foot is the first person who will cross your threshold in the new year, it is hoped that this person will be dark haired, I wasn't allowed out of the door until we had a first foot because I was blonde, just in case I came back before a first foot, a dark haired person brings luck, a male is preferred. Obviously in old times dark haired people were few and far between in Scotland and the Norse areas, which favoured blondes and red heads. Now this person is also charged with traditions and they must have 3 things. Food, drink and a piece of coal. It is also lucky if they bring a coin with them. This is them bringing prosperity to your home. Never turn up at a Scots house in the week after New Year empty handed, on the off chance you are their first foot.
Food for Hogmanay
Many things are traditional, cock a leekie soup, even Cullen skink (fish soup, yuck), Haggis Neeps (turnips) and tatties (potatoes), most commonly steak pie is made for the bells. This came from a time when Hogmanay wasn't a holiday (it still isn't) and there was no time for food prep so often the steak pie was bought from the butchers. A meal will be enjoyed with the family and there should be enough for any unexpected guests, never run out of food or drink at New Year, yes we do have a whisky. Shortbread of course and my favourite 'bun', this is a type of cake, we have Madeira (plain), sultana or my favourite, which I just had, cherry bun. Clooty dumpling is also very much a part of it all, the leftovers from this can be fried in the morning for breakfast, I don't think many people make the dumpling from scratch now but I do remember my gran and mum doing it. The dumpling would have a coin in it , wrapped in greaseproof paper, it was considered lucky to find the coin. For some odd reason as a kid I always got the bit with the coin from my grannies clooty dumpling, I was the first grandchild, it was rigged. At that time it was a sixpence, which I called a wee shilling, if you don't get that, you never will.
Bonfires, yes we did but not sure this still happens, old pagan thing. Fireworks are loud just as the bells ring and they go on for too long in my opinion.
The celebrations can go on for a full 3 days and sometimes still do, people in a family pick a day they will host, we always did the 2nd when I was a kid. I remember in the morning waking up and finding the living room full of sleeping people while my mum would be in the kitchen making French toast for them all, along with some of that fried leftover clooty dumpling. It's not as busy at New Year as it was back then, with many people just staying up to hear the bells and just going to bed, like I'll be doing tonight, don't worry I do have my cherry bun and a wee dram of Jura Whisky to 'bring in the Bells'.
Ramblings and memories of an old Scottish Woman.
Translation of above Scots
May the best you've ever seen be the worst you'll ever see. May a mouse never leave your (pantry, larder, food cupboard) with a tear in his eye, May you be healthy and strong until you're old enough to die. May you always be as happy as we wish you to be.
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Fa fair your honest sonsie face, great chieftain o the puddin race!
Aboon them a you tak your place, painch, tripe or thairm.
Weel are you worthy o a grace as lang's my airm!
The groaning trencher there you fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill
Your pin would help to mend a mill in time o need...
While through your pores the dews distil like amber bead.
(yes, we are anthropomorphising haggis. Yes, in a sexy way. This is Burns!)
His knife see rustic Labour dight
And cut you up wi ready slight
Trenching your gushing entrails bright like ony ditch
And then, O what a glorious sight, warm, reekin, rich!
(sorry about that but this is Culture)
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive!
Til a their weel-swalled kytes belyve are bent like drums
The auld guidman, maist like to rive, "bethankit" hums
Stay tuned for part 2, where Burns explains what he thinks about "gourmet" fare...
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Address To A Haggis - Robert Burns
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!
Robert Burns
from The Canongate Burns: the complete poems and songs of Robert Burns (Canongate, 2001). First printed in The Caledonian Mercury in 1786
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"Mo Soul" Player Playlist 25 March
Omar Feat. Erykah Badu - Be Thankful
The Haggis Horns - Love Gets You High
The Jackson Dodds Trio - Song For Suzy
The Cactus Channel - Pepper Snake
Bunny Sigler - My Music
Florelie Escano - The Liberating Kind (Lotek Remix)
Erykah Badu - Otherside Of The Game (Arkiv Remix)
Funk Busters - Groove Inc
Nicola Conte Feat. Rosalia De Souza - Fica Mal Com Deus
Alif Tree - Without Her
Tom McGuire & The Brassholes - Ric Flair
Empresarios - Estereolismo
The Cactus Channel - The Colour Of Don Don
Fat Freddy's Drop - Wandering Eye
Patchworks - Hunt Ya Sunshine (Moog instrumental)
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Ok, here is some important knowledge from a good Scottish man...It is not good British fish and chips unless it is served in a newspaper with a nasty tasting sausage.
What people in America call Shepherd's Pie is actually Cottage Pie. Shepherd's Pie is made with lamb and is served with a cut off lamb's head on top of it. Cottage Pie is served with bull horns sticking out of the pie crust.
Also, no tourist has ever caught a Haggis, so give up.
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I wish all of Tumblr a fine and festive Burns Night. If you can, have a wee dram o' the Good Stuff and consider the 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 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!
-- Robert Burns (January 25, 1759 - July 21, 1796), "Address to a Haggis"
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5. Lover's Flesh
“It’s ok sweetie we will get you home! Everyone, let's get out of here, the baby is coming, we need to get her home!” Pyreus stepped up.
“I run fast, I can get her there. Transport yourselves.” Pyreus said, picking her up into his arms. “I’ll get you home, Martha.” the girl could only groan. He stepped into a crackling portal as he phased back to reality. Daisy rushed up the stairs as Glory was pulled back through the enveloping darkness.
Emerging from the darkness Caranaz and Fornyx waited eagerly. “Hey, so what happened? Is she ok?” Fornyx asked.
Glory was smiling, bruised and hurt. “Yeah! We got her…but she’s really pregnant.” Fornyx blinked.
“Not surprising you’ve been gone for two days. We’ve waited but damn.” Glory blinked in surprise.
“The demon must have enchanted the place to speed up time I guess or something.” Caranaz shook his head.
“So dumb, to speed it up.” he commented. Glory leapt onto them both and kissed their lips each.
“Thank you for helping me! I’ll make it up to you both later I promise. I have to go home now, the baby is coming!” The demons return his kiss. Fornyx strokes Glory’s cheek.
“Oh you better believe we’re going to make you work for it, boy.” he says with a wink. Glory chuckles and takes off running.
He reaches the house, panting as he nearly collapses entering the house. Pyreus is kneeling by Martha in the living room. Daisy was having him heat a basin of water. Dark Helen was entering with cloth. She spotted the tiefling and barked. “Get the good scissors, quickly and some comfortable clothes from Martha’s room!” Glory nodded and obeyed. Martha was screaming already in pain as the birth was imminent.
Daisy held her daughter’s legs apart comforting her as she instructed Martha to breath and let the contractions come. It was a long day.
By dawn the next day Martha was finally free of the experience. The squirming creature of her blood and flesh was born. Tiny protruding horns on the child's head. It was a boy. She was holding him, fast asleep, still holding Pyreus’ hand with her other hand. The fire demon watched unflinching like a statue. He then picked her up and adjusting his body’s size took her upstairs after she was cleaned by her family. He put Martha in bed with her new child. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as gently as he could. While no one was there he whispered. “I’m happy you're safe now, you and your child. I’ve always loved you, you know.” He smiled and left.
Daisy and Dark Helen accosted him as he came back down the stairs. Hugging either side of him. Both weeping. “Oh Pyreus, thank the gods you were there! Thank you for being so wonderful! Thank you!” Dark Helen wept.
“You’re our hero, Pyreus, you wonderful demon!” Daisy said, hugging him tight. “My Martha is so lucky to have such caring friends who would help her.” she says. Pyreus was glad to have helped. But slightly saddened Martha did not truly know his heart.
The other demons were outside waiting for him with Haggie. He was praised, adored, encouraged and celebrated by his treasured demon brothers. He was happy, but he wanted more. But he cursed his shyness to never be able to tell Martha to her face...and now all of this has happened. He felt hope slip away.
Daisy and Helen took over caring for the baby while Martha slept for four solid days. When she awoke, Martha felt horror grip her. Now she had to face her mother. Martha shamefully braced herself and descended the stairs. Her heart stopped. Skareus, her father was back and he was doting over the sleeping baby in his arms. Martha was terrified.
She entered the room silently. Everyone watched her. Glory and Daisy were sitting on the couch. Her mother patted the seat, indicating her to sit. She did awkwardly, ready to face the music.
Glory wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, putting his head on her shoulder. He whispered. “I’m so glad you’re ok.” Martha smiled. Daisy took her hand and squeezed it. Her father stood up and approached her with a smile. The bulky, elder tiefling knelt down and handed him to her. “He’s beautiful.” he said lovingly. Martha smiled.
Dark Helen was less enthused. “This is very nice, but we need to talk about this.” she interrupted.
They talked it out as a family. Voices were raised, disappointments aired. Tears, yelling, hugs and coming together took the day. In the end Martha felt more exhausted as she sat with her baby. Glory sitting with her, to keep her company.
“He’s really in love with you, you know.” He finally spoke. Martha looked at her brother questioningly. “Pyreus. Been so for a long time now. He was really worried about you. Crashing in like he did, and all through the little guy’s arrival too, he sat and never left your side.” Martha felt so guilty. She suspected but she was too enraptured in her love affair with Malachai.
“Yeah…I’ve not been fair to him. He’s always been helpful and nice.” She sighed.
“But how do you feel about him?” Glory asked. Martha looked away. She didn’t know.
“I…I don’t really know.” she responded. Glory squeezed her shoulder.
“Well, be sure to let him know when you figure it out.” He smiled kindly. Martha smiled back. “So what do you think you should name him?” he asked, nodding to the greedy baby. Martha smiled.
“I was thinking of either Alfonz or Hector.” Martha smiled.
“Hector. That’s a good name, I like that.” He nodded.
Weeks passed and Martha thought hard on the situation. Desmonia had relayed Malacahi was in a magical coma to heal himself and rejuvenate. He’d still not woken. Martha hated him but also felt pity. He was as much a victim as she was, it wasn’t actually him, he was a prisoner too. Used and discarded, violated and abused. She searched her heart, and found she felt a longing for Pyreus too. He was loyal and kind, loving and gentle, strong, and powerful. Martha discovered her heart secretly connected to him. But after all of this she wanted to just be alone for a while. She had to tell him.
Martha made her way to Haggies place, Haggie and Cal were out. Half the fire demons were also out. Probably at the orc fighting arenas. Pyreus was meditating in the fire pits, their version of a bath in the back of the demon's home.
The brimstone dais was built like an infernal version of a hot tub. Hellfire writhed and squirmed like a living being inside the pits. Pyreus was lounging in a meditative state, revitalizing himself. Martha approached and called out. Startling the demon. He turned and stared at her.
“Hi, Pyreus! I’m sorry it's taken me so long to come see you.” She started. He smiled at her and assured the tiefling.
“You’ve been through a lot, there’s nothing to apologize for, none of it was your choice. I’m just glad you’re alive.” Martha’s heart ached.
“I…I know how you feel about me…and I owe it to you to be honest with you. You’re wonderful. I owe it to you to say, I feel similar. I’d like to spend some more time with you, get to know you better. See where things go, at some point. For now I…I don’t know what I want.” She rubbed her arm awkwardly. Pyreus smiled and emerged from the fire pit. He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.
“I would never pressure anything on you. Take your time, when you’re ready, I’ll be here. Right now you have a baby who needs you. I’m glad you came to tell me. I’d do anything for you.” Martha smiled. She wasn’t ready for another romance.
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Wow wow wow.. After last weeks No 7 in the Disco chart and one of the only Radio shows up against Just Mixtapes i'm grateful for the love and listenship.. Wow we had some Vinyl Gems in todays Program.. I hope you enjoy them as much as i did playing them.. I Love you all... This show is always delivered with Love and Passion.. Out of 40 shows last year i had 24 in the top 10 Disco Chart so id like to thank you all for your continued Love and Listen ship.. As always Presented with Love. Much love Marky Paradise Sessions P Tracklisting George Benson - Love X Love (Young Pulse remix) Young Pulse E Everyman (Joey Negro's Salsoul Strut) Double Exposure, Joey Negro Haven't You Noticed (DJ S Remix) Billy Paul The Nature of Things (Larry Levan Mix) Narada Michael Walden Change of Heart Change Got To Have Your Love (Club Edit) Mantronix You Gonna Make Me Love Somebody Else (John Morales M & M Mix) The Jones Girls I Love You More (DJ S Remix) Rene & Angela Feat Notorious BIG Don't Stop The Music (Bobby Cooper Re-Edit) Yarbrough & Peoples Crazy Me Spunk Change - Makes You Want to Hustle Donald Byrd Street Sounds Retrospective 1 Mixed By DJ_Wildr Girl I can Prove it - Tony Etoria Better Than This (Original) Paul Johnson Gm Dancin' Brass Construction African Rhythm (A Touch Of Jazz Mix) Rhythm Factory The Traveller, Pt. 2 The Haggis Horns When It Comes to You Waldo Don't Send Me Away Garfield Fleming Life Is A Dancefloor (Club Mix) The Shapeshifters, Kimberly Davis Pull Up To The Bumper (Extended Disco Mix) Pig&Dan Cm 123.00 Superstition (Extended Mix) Angelo Ferreri, Moon Rocket Two Hot For Love (7” Mix) THP Orchestra https://hearthis.at/ydb6cwcv/20230122-1100-recording/ (at Funky Towers of Cruise FM) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnuyhOeoF-M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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