Tatties and Stew

Some people crave a dish so bold and grand And be speakin' of flavor, taste, they will With every spice my appetite's, my will For if I had some haggis, I'd savor, I'd dine And I'd pair it with neeps, on my plate so fine High upon the Highlands, such a feast enflamed With tartan tales (bold tales) The whisky flows, we raise a glass Toasting to the sheep, the hills, the past In the heart of Alba, with friends aligned Together we'll feast, on this dish divine We'll sing of the bravery in every bite To the piper's call (brave call) We march and dine with pride so tall Lads and lasses take your stance Join this culinary dance (joyous dance) With a helping of tatties, so robust and true On the moors, we share this Scottish stew