Robbie Burns Nights

[Pour1Malt]

"The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,"

[Pour1Malt]

" Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums."

[starbkjrus]

" Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums."

I've always wondered about this picture...it looks as if Emma is about to be sick. If cutting it can do that then that makes me a little nervous about eating it.

[Pour1Malt]

I've always wondered about this picture...it looks as if Emma is about to be sick. If cutting it can do that then that makes me a little nervous about eating it.

naw- it is in the poem (Address tae the Haggis)

" Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;

they will eat until their bellies are swollen as tight as drums

The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums."

"and old Guidman, most like to explode

be glad he hums (belches, farts)"