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Extracts from No' Rabbie Burns
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To a Vegetarian Haggis
Oh go’en hide yer sleekit face,
Great charlatan o’ the pudding-race!
Ahin them a' ye tak your place,
Onion, lentil, and baked beans:
Weel are ye wordy o’ great disgrace,
As lang’s my arm.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind despair,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
All Scotland hates yer stinking ware,
That smells like lavvies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Cowp yon veggie haggis!
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