trinkie
06-Apr-07, 09:02
The sad little picture of a cottage submerged in water, on the front page yesterday made me reach for my ''Castlegreen'' book ''Tatties An' Herreen'
Div Ye Mind?
or ''What John Horne forgot''
Div ye mind yur Kaitness hoosie fan 'e rain wis pooran doon
An ye sat upon 'e table if ye didna want till droon
Fan 'e water keepid risan lek e tide upon e shore
Fit wisna coman through roof cam in ablow e door?
Div ye mind boy? Eh, Div ye mind?
Div ye mind yur Kaitness hoosie fan e peits wis soakin weet
An yur e'en were nippan in yur heid till ye wis fit till greet,
Fan e reek wis lek till chock ye an pit ye oot o pain
An aal e peits in Kaitness widna warm yur bones again?
Div ye mind boy? Eh, Div ye mind .
Div ye mind e times in Kaitness fav ye trauchled day an' nicht
Fan ye raxed yursel till mak ends meet bit notheen wid come richt
Fan aal day long ye plowtered till yur back wis lek till brek
An ye flung yur weary carcass on e owld caff-seck?
Div ye mind boy? Eh, Div ye mind?
Div ye mind e days in winter an e bleeters ye'd till feice,
Fan ye gied till get a lod o neeps for twa-r-three houngry beyce,
Fan ivry dutch wis lek a burn an ivry park a sea
Fan ivery rod aboot e pleice wis gutters till e knee?
Div ye mind boy? Eh, div ye mind?
Div ye mind e smell of Kaitness, chist lek a gas attack,
Fan e win wis off e midden an e very peegs stood back?
An chist in ceise e fowks inside wis missan sometheen rare
E dowgs traiked through e middle o'd an brocht 'em in thur share,
Div ye mind boy? Eh, div ye mind?
Div ye mind e fowk in Kaitness, fa took unholy glee
In spreadan nesty stories 'boot e leks o ye an me?
They could twist a hermless action till id wid disgreice a Sent,
An if id wisna black enough they allwiz could invent!
Div ye mind boy? Eh, div ye mind?
Div ye mind e day in Kaitness fan ye felt ye'd hed enough
An ye left e croft for iver in e wurld till do yur stuff?
Ye heided bravely for e Sooth through drivan win an rain
An ye swore at dreary countryside wid no see ye again!
Div ye mind boy? Eh, div ye mind?
Bit spite o win an rain an muck ye canna stop away
An many's a weary chourney hev ye hedden since at day!
Ye lek till see chist wance again e pleicie far ye steyed,
Bit faigs ye ken a good thing and ye'll no come home till bide!
'Cos ye mind boy, Aye, ye mind !!
Div Ye Mind?
or ''What John Horne forgot''
Div ye mind yur Kaitness hoosie fan 'e rain wis pooran doon
An ye sat upon 'e table if ye didna want till droon
Fan 'e water keepid risan lek e tide upon e shore
Fit wisna coman through roof cam in ablow e door?
Div ye mind boy? Eh, Div ye mind?
Div ye mind yur Kaitness hoosie fan e peits wis soakin weet
An yur e'en were nippan in yur heid till ye wis fit till greet,
Fan e reek wis lek till chock ye an pit ye oot o pain
An aal e peits in Kaitness widna warm yur bones again?
Div ye mind boy? Eh, Div ye mind .
Div ye mind e times in Kaitness fav ye trauchled day an' nicht
Fan ye raxed yursel till mak ends meet bit notheen wid come richt
Fan aal day long ye plowtered till yur back wis lek till brek
An ye flung yur weary carcass on e owld caff-seck?
Div ye mind boy? Eh, Div ye mind?
Div ye mind e days in winter an e bleeters ye'd till feice,
Fan ye gied till get a lod o neeps for twa-r-three houngry beyce,
Fan ivry dutch wis lek a burn an ivry park a sea
Fan ivery rod aboot e pleice wis gutters till e knee?
Div ye mind boy? Eh, div ye mind?
Div ye mind e smell of Kaitness, chist lek a gas attack,
Fan e win wis off e midden an e very peegs stood back?
An chist in ceise e fowks inside wis missan sometheen rare
E dowgs traiked through e middle o'd an brocht 'em in thur share,
Div ye mind boy? Eh, div ye mind?
Div ye mind e fowk in Kaitness, fa took unholy glee
In spreadan nesty stories 'boot e leks o ye an me?
They could twist a hermless action till id wid disgreice a Sent,
An if id wisna black enough they allwiz could invent!
Div ye mind boy? Eh, div ye mind?
Div ye mind e day in Kaitness fan ye felt ye'd hed enough
An ye left e croft for iver in e wurld till do yur stuff?
Ye heided bravely for e Sooth through drivan win an rain
An ye swore at dreary countryside wid no see ye again!
Div ye mind boy? Eh, div ye mind?
Bit spite o win an rain an muck ye canna stop away
An many's a weary chourney hev ye hedden since at day!
Ye lek till see chist wance again e pleicie far ye steyed,
Bit faigs ye ken a good thing and ye'll no come home till bide!
'Cos ye mind boy, Aye, ye mind !!