He’s five year auld, he’s aff tae school,
Fairmer’s bairn, wi a pencil an a rule,
His teacher scoffs when he says ‘hoose’,
‘The word is “house”, you silly little goose.’
He tells his Ma when he gets back
He saw a ‘mouse’ in an auld cairt track.
His father laughs fae the stack-yard dyke, ‘
Yon’s a “moose”, ye daft wee tyke.’
Runner beans are affa fit
Sproots are fine an swack
At Mill O’ Tifty there lived a man
In the neighborhood of Fyvie
He had a bonnie dochter dear
Whose name was Bonnie Annie
Hey, daddy, wid yi get us a dug?
A big broon alsatian? Ur a wee white pug,
Ur a skinny wee terrier ur a big fat bull.
Aw, daddy. Get us a dug. Wull ye?
Shote! here’s the poliss,
the Gayfield poliss,
an thull pi’iz in the nick fir
pleyan fi’baw in the street!
See ma mammy;
says eat yer dinner.
Gies me cabbidge.
We cry her Mrs Nae Offence –
That’s whit she likes tae say
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!
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…
