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.
you can beat a good Burns supper: friends, whisky, good food (what more can you ask for than a sheeps stomach full of offal and barley!!!) and English people trying to recite poems in the old Scots language ( most would more chance of understanding it if it was in Mongolian!). Anyway here's to the celebration of Dumfries's most famous resident (that is until the Doonhamers win the premier league followed by champions league)