News — Rabbie Burns

Rabbie Burns would be delighted—or thoroughly bemused—by the global tradition of Burns Suppers. Imagine his face if he walked into a dining room to see people solemnly reciting Address to a Haggis while clutching a whisky glass.

Would he join in or chuckle at the spectacle of grown adults poetically praising sheep’s pluck? Knowing Burns, he’d probably raise a toast, snag some haggis, and flirt with the lass reciting My Luve is Like a Red, Red Rose