Burns' so loved Haggis that he wrote an address to it. In his address he remarks about the wonder of such a food and he scorns how people can eat French ragout but look down on haggis. How those people are skinny and weak, but a Scot is hardy and strong because he eats the haggis.
Most people are familiar with Robert Burns' poem "Auld Lange Syne," which was set to a traditional folk song and sung in many countries around the world on New Year's Eve (Hogmanay in Scotland). The words roughly translate to "for old time sake."
Being of Clan Campbell on my father's side, I enjoy that Burns' wrote lyrics to a traditional pipe song called "The Campbells are Coming."
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin to bonnie Lochleven,
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay,
Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay,
I looked down to bonnie Lochleven,
And saw three bonnie perches play.
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin to bonnie Lochleven,
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
Great Argyle he goes before,
He makes his cannons and guns to roar,
Wi' sound o' trumpet, pipe and drum,
The Campbells are comin Oho, Oho!
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin to bonnie Lochleven,
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells they are a' in arms,
Their loyal faith and truth to show,
Wi' banners rattling in the wind,
The Campbells are comin Oho, Oho!
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin to bonnie Lochleven,
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!