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Jas.5:4 "Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields,
which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which
have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth."
"Those tough Negroes' heyday had been before the big 1931 Seabury Investigation"~~~Malcolm X
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Hera
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Amphibian
Hera with her symbol the Peacock
Strawberry
Hibachi
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Titanium Animalia Ely Lilly and Company Merthiolate Timerosal Kangaroo Canguro Jas.5:1-2 "Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you. Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten."
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Mole Morgan (stallion) Palomino Baldwin Jas.5:3 "Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a
witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have
heaped treasure together for the last days."
"to go on dreaming and not to be molested by the world"~~~James Baldwin
"His knife see rustic Labour dight, An' cut you up wi' ready sleight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onyditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin', rich! "~~~Burns
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the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown."
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Address To A Haggis
"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye worthy o' a grace As lang's my arm."~~~Robert Burns
A Traditional Haggis with Neeps and Tatties & a Wee Dram!
Here in Donegal, with our historic association with Scotland and Scottish traditions, we have long been enjoying the lightly spiced and peppery flavours of this famous dish. Haggis is traditionally eaten on"Burns Night"which falls on the25th January and is the birthday of the famous Scottish poet,Robert Burns.
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"He endows the world with poetic beauty."~~~Walter Sutton
The Burns Night address to the haggis - Friends: The One with the Coalition Burns
The most famous object in the Mildenhall treasure is the large, highly decorated circular platter, usually known as the Great Dish, or as the Neptune or Oceanus Dish. Bacchic imagery has a long history inGreekandRomanart, and this example, on a magnificent silver vessel measuring 60.5 centimetres in diameter and weighing 8,256 g, is one of the finest to survive from the late Roman period. The decoration, worked in low relief and engraved lines on the front surface of the silver, alludes to the worship andmythologyof Bacchus, on land and in the sea. The staring face in the centre is Oceanus, his beard formed of seaweeds fronds and with dolphins in is hair. The inner circle, bordered by scallop shells, consists of sea nymphs riding mythological marine creatures, a seahorse, a trion, a sea-stag, and a ketos, a dragon-like sea monster. The wider outer frieze features Bacchus himself, holding a bunch of grapes and a thyrsus (a staff-tipped with a pine-cone) and resting a foot on his panther, presiding over a celebration of music, dancing and drinking in his honor. The participants include the heroHercules, overcome by wine, the goat-legged godPan, and sundry satyrs and Maenads (female devotees). From West Row, Mildenhall, Suffolk, UK. 4th century CE. (The British Museum, London)
This poem was written by Burns to celebrate his appreciation of the Haggis. As a result Burns and Haggis have been forever linked.
This particular poem is always the first item on the programme of Burns' suppers. The haggis is generally carried in on a silver salver at the start of the proceedings.
As it is brought to the table a piper plays a suitable, rousing accompaniment.
One of the invited artistes then recites the poem before the theatrical cutting of the haggis with the ceremonial knife.
Address to a Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis
Address to a Haggis Translation
Fair and full is your honest, jolly face,
Great chieftain of the sausage race!
Above them all you take your place,
Stomach, tripe, or intestines:
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm.
The groaning trencher there you fill,
Your buttocks like a distant hill,
Your pin would help to mend a mill
In time of need,
While through your pores the dews distill
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour wipe,
And cut you up with ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like any ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm steaming, rich!
Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive:
Devil take the hindmost, on they drive,
Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by
Are bent like drums;
Then old head of the table, most like to burst,
'The grace!' hums.
Is there that over his French ragout,
Or olio that would sicken a sow,
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust,
Looks down with sneering, scornful view
On such a dinner?
Poor devil! see him over his trash,
As feeble as a withered rush,
His thin legs a good whip-lash,
His fist a nut;
Through bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit.
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his ample fist a blade,
He'll make it whistle;
And legs, and arms, and heads will cut off
Like the heads of thistles.
You powers, who make mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill of fare,
Old Scotland wants no watery stuff,
That splashes in small wooden dishes;
But if you wish her grateful prayer,
Give her [Scotland] a Haggis!
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