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| − | Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay
| + | A traditional Scottish dish. It is made with various ingredients including the sheep’s liver, heart and lungs. The ingredients are cooked for about an hour in the sheep’s stomach. |
| − | Horace ate himself one day.
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| − | He didn't stop to say his grace,
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| − | He just sat down and ate his face.
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| − | "We can't have this his Dad declared,
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| − | "If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
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| − | But even as he spoke they saw
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| − | Horace eating more and more:
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| − | First his legs and then his thighs,
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| − | His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
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| − | "Stop him someone!" Mother cried
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| − | "Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
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| − | But all too late, for they were gone,
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| − | And he had started on his dong...
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| − | "Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns
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| − | "You could have deep-fried that with prawns,
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| − | Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
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| − | But H. was on his second course:
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| − | His liver and his lights and lung,
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| − | His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
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| − | "To think I raised him from the cot
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| − | And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
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| − | His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
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| − | What's left won't even make a stew..."
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| − | And as she wept, her son was seen
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| − | To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
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| − | And there he lay: a boy no more,
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| − | Just a stomach, on the floor...
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| − | None the less, since it was his
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| − | They ate it – that's what haggis is.
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