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  • This is my Daddy. I hope he shall not mind too much that I couldn't trim the recording...

    He addresses the haggis, (or should that be haggi?) and is invited to do so at functions with friends. Burn's Night he is in demand. He cooks a good haggis too.

    As children he told us the Haggis was a small bird that lives on a hill with its short leg up the hill, its long leg down the hill. To catch it you must chase it round and round the hill until it is almost worn out, then turn and chase it the other way. Then, with the short leg down the hill, the poor bird rolls down, into the open waiting net of the catcher.

    We believed him for years.

    Thank you Robert Burns who I am sure would have thought Daddy does a fine rendition of a Scots accent!
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