Aince Upon a Day - by
Aince upon a day my mither said to me:
Dinna cleip and dinna rype
And dinna tell a lee.
Aince upon a day my mither said to me:
Dinna cleip and dinna rype
And dinna tell a lee.
The thunder clap may clatter –
/ The lichtnin’ flare awa’:
/ I’m listenin’ to the water,
/ …
The tattie-bogle wags his airms:
/ Caw! Caw! Caw!
/ He hasna onie banes or thairms:
/ Caw! Caw! Caw!
/
/ We corbies wha hae taken tent,
/ And wamphl’d…
Noo the snaw creeps fae the braes
And is gaen:
Noo the trees clap on their claes
Ane be ane
Coorie in the corner, sittin a’ alane,
/ Whan the nicht wind’s chappin
/ On the winnock-pane:
/ Coorie in the corner, dinna greet ava;
/ It’s…
Wee wullie waggletail, what is a’ your stishie?
Tak a sowp o’ water and coorie on a stane:
Ilka tree stands dozent, and the wind without a hishie
Fitters in atween the fleurs and shogs them, ane be ane.
I’ve a kisty,
/ I’ve a creel,
/ I’ve a baggie
/ Full of meal.
/
/ I’ve a doggie
/ At the door,
/ One, two,
/ Three, four.
/ …
Johnnie Scott was awful thin,
/ His bones were sticking through his skin;
/ Now he’s got a double chin,
/ With eating Colter’s candy.
/
/ Allabally, allabally…
Twa wee birdies,
Sittin on a hill,
Ane ca’d Jack,
And anither ca’d Jill.
Fireworks aff the Castle
/ Goin WHEECH, WHEECH, WHEECH
/ Bairns in the library
/ Gettin WHEESHT, WHEESHT, WHEESHT
/
/ Cans o Irn Bru
/ Goin…
The flitterin faces come doun the brae
/ And the baskets gowd and green;
/ And nane but a blindie wud speer the day
/ Whaur…
I dinna like hail tatties
/ Pit on my plate o mince
/ For when I tak my denner
/ I eat them baith at yince.
/
/ Sae…
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