 Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm : Weel are ye wordy 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...  Poems, Chiefly in Scottish Dialect - Page 147by Robert Burns - 1804 - 374 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 300 pages
...owre the Sea ! TOA HAGGIS, f AIR fa' your honeft, fonfie face, Great Chieftan o' the Puddin-race ! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm : Weel are ye wordy of a grace \ • k As lang's my arm. . The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdles like a diftant... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 406 pages
...the sea. TO A HAGGIS. FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race ! Ahoon 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 hurdles like a distant hill,... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 270 pages
...Great chieftain o' the puddin-race ! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thai nil : Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant bill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1831 - 484 pages
...owre the sea. 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 wordy of a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your bardies like a distant hill,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1834 - 236 pages
...weal A lownraond'a Tooth-ache! FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race I 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 you fill. Your hurdles like a distant hill,... | |
 | Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham - 1834 - 370 pages
...at full speed." 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 wordy of a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1835 - 440 pages
...Now honrulie ; I'll toast ye in my hindmost gillie, Tho' owre the sea. TO A HAGGIS. 128 POEMS. A hoon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm : Weel are ye wordy of a yracr. As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdles like a distant hill,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 796 pages
...owre the sea. TO A HAGGIS. FAI» fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin race ! ؉ l ^@V 1 of a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 750 pages
...o' the puddin race ! Ahoon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel arc 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 through your... | |
 | 1845 - 440 pages
...TO A HAGGIS. FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race . POßMS. Ahoon 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,... | |
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