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The Road’s End

Andrew Dodds

Ower the hills by Lauderdale
The road swings lang and free;
And, eastart by Pencaitland,
It brings ye to the sea;
By Dalkeith and the northart
There’s mony a break and bend;
But the road that gangs by Crichton
Has a kirkyaird at the end.

Ye may take the road by Lauderdale,
Where hills and muirs are free;
Or, eastart by Pencaitland,
The gold rim o’ the sea;
Or, north, among the Hieland hills,
Your wand’ring feet may wend –
They’re jist roond-aboots to Crichton,
Wi’ a kirkyaird at the end.


Andrew Dodds

from Andrew Dodds: the Midlothian poet: a new selection of his poetry (Loanhead: Midlothian Council Library Service, 2009)

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geography Lothians mortality roads Scots
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Andrew Dodds1872 - 1959

Andrew Dodds was born into a mining family in Midlothian. His journalism supported Labour politics and the work of agricultural unions, and his five books of poetry gave an unsentimental picture of the life of farm labourers.
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