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Braes o Skene

Sheena Blackhall

Tune: Plooman Laddies

Fan first I cam tae the Braes o Skene,
The corn parks they stood thick an green.

Chorus: Noo ferm rigs, they growe hooses gray,
Anither change comes wi ilkie day.

The milkin kye gaed frae park tae byre,
An Hillie’s wids fed a lowpin fire.

The bramble buss fulled the berry pan,
The chaumer bed held the orra man.

Noo cottar bairns they hae roved awa,
An swallas bigg in the kitchie waa.

The toon creeps oot like a swallin tide,
Haps steen an lime ower the kintraside.

Fin lost I cam tae the Braes o Skene,
The fowk war gaen an the fermhoose teem.


Sheena Blackhall

from Skin Balaclavas (Finavon Print & Design, 2000)

Reproduced by permission of the author.

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Grampians Scotland Scots
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Sheena Blackhallb.1947

Sheena Blackhall is a poet, novelist, illustrator, traditional ballad singer and storyteller in North East Scotland.
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