The Haggis by Ken Theriot Lyrics

The haggis is as fair a beast
As e'er was served to diner
And if you're minded for a feast
Ye canna ask for finer

But if ye would on haggis dine
And vegetables to match him
Tis best ye hearken untae me
And learn the way to catch him

[Chorus] Oh! the neeps, and oh! the swedes
And oh! the winkles fine
Come raise yer horn of athol brose
On haggis let us dine!

The haggis roams the highland hills
That stretch from loch to loch
And he's as fast a quarry then
As hunter ever socht

He'll run the day and all the nicht
He'll match yer hounds for speed
Ye canna catch him wi' yer feet
Ye maun gang use yer heed!
[Chorus] Oh! the neeps, and oh! the swedes
And oh! the winkles fine
Come raise yer horn of athol brose
On haggis let us dine!


The haggis, see, he does nae turn
He runs the lee-long day
Around and round the hill he gaes
But always the same way

Sae frae the hour he leaves his dam
On rocky slope tae bide
His legs grow short anear the scree
And lang the doonhill side!

[Chorus] Oh! the neeps, and oh! the swedes
And oh! the winkles fine
Come raise yer horn of athol brose
On haggis let us dine!

Sae once ye spy the tasty beast
As shy as any doe
Just set yer dogs untae his heed
And wait yersel' below
For when he turns yer hounds tae flee
His legs won't reach the ground
He'll tumble doon untae yer arms
And tae yer pot he's bound!

[Chorus] Oh! the neeps, and oh! the swedes
And oh! the winkles fine
Come raise yer horn of athol brose
On haggis let us dine!