The Boodie An The Craa
Fin eence a tattie boodie Socht tae fricht a hoodie-craa, Maister Craa jist made a feel o him; He wisna feart avaa. Na, na, na!
"Yir duds," he said, "may flaffer, Fin the win begins tae blaa; But a fairmer made a strae Was be the first I iver saa. Caa, caa, caa!
Yir fun'ral haat is foostie; Thon aal cuttie disna draa; Wi a shank that's aff the besom, Gin ye seek tae rin, ye'll faa. Caa, caa, caa!
Ye'd maybe fricht a teuchat; But ye canna fleg a craa; For ye're naething but a boodie; I've seen better eens an aa, Caa, caa, caa!"
Douglas Kynoch from Fit Like, Yer Majesty? (Reading Bus Press, 2008)
This verse was originally published by the former 'North-east Muse' column of The Press and Journal newspaper. A musical version of it is included among the twenty songs and verses composed by Douglas and performed by him and others on the CD, 'Teach Yourself Doric' (Lismor LICS 5239).
Poem supplied courtesy of the Scottish Poetry Library |