Mum served Haggis, it's heart, lungs, liver with a side of gruel
Served in Scotland, but I think that the Romans once made it too
Sewn in a stomach of ewes, served with neeps and tatties too
And Haggis fed the Scotland battleworn
You look at the dish and groan, a meal that sheep would not condone
You eat their hearts, puts vegans on alert
Scotch whiskey rounds drank as it is served compliments the taste
But U.S. worries banned it, crisis after '88
And most who try it choke, the dish is not for the average bloke
But Haggis can always be fried, ancient lore
It fed Braveheart's troops at home, for their fight from the English throne
It fed their souls and led to a victory renown

Burns Supper meetings are real good times in Haggis Land
And they boiled it undercover til
Souther blew from yonder, the meal came out
Now it's served in every shed
And even burgers are served on warm bread
Oh Haggis, your heart's mine, lungs du jour
It fed all the Scots at home, as well as the people of Rome
They're serving hearts, the Scottish eat them with some rye

(Really long Bagpipes solo)

My stomach contains stomachs from ewes some folks would find that cruel
But this the Scottish say will make a fighter from an average fool
Just eat one time this sausage brand, appetite is in demand
That's Haggis, stuffed stomach, and we stuff our face
It made my lower lip drool intently
I have been blind for this food is for me
I ate more heart, makes me love it everyday

(Bagpipes bit again)

Haggis, a dish I've finally embraced
I'll send some back home, snuck on a plane