The poem celebrates the haggis, a traditional Scottish dish containing sheep's heart, liver and lungs cooked inside a sheep's stomach. It describes the haggis as taking its rightful place of honor above all other dishes. It notes that a strong, haggis-fed Scot can cut off legs, arms and heads like the tops of thistles as he walks with a tread that makes the earth tremble. It asks the powers that govern mankind to give Scotland not watery food but haggis, for which the country would be grateful.