Caithness Map :: Links to Site Map Paying too much for broadband? Move to PlusNet broadband and save£££s. Free setup now available - terms apply. PlusNet broadband.  
Results 1 to 2 of 2

Thread: My Cradle Tongue anon 1914

  1. #1
    Join Date
    Jan 2003
    Posts
    1,940

    Default My Cradle Tongue anon 1914

    MY CRADLE TONGUE
    ANON. Taken from the John O'Groat Journal Feb. 1914






    There's rapture in the magic burn
    And mirth in winking leaves
    There's glory in the westing sun
    Athwart the barley sheaves
    Yet softer touch of something else
    Entranced my heart when young -
    The sappy words of Caithness-shire
    My own cradle-tongue !


    It found me when a 'boyag' small
    ( A dugend kithan' I ! )
    Who 'cowned' and 'bellyed'' off and on
    And 'cocked' till I was dry.


    I got my 'sooans' now and then
    Or ' burtstens' failing that .
    And 'crackens' sometimes for my tea
    Or ' meelans' fried in fat.


    I loved the 'gollans' on the green
    The 'lairags' in the sky
    I caught the 'blockies' at the rocks
    And many a 'peltag' fry


    I often 'smyaggered' all my clothes
    With many a 'foosum' trace
    And sometimes when I took a 'stoon'
    I ' dotted oot e' face''


    Oh sunny days when 'butties' young
    Played 'skibbie lickie' fast
    With 'prisoners' base and rare 'key hoy'
    Bright pleasures of the past !


    Then, welcome Culture's lore and grace
    And all the spells of Art,
    But still the juicy words of home
    Grip richest on the heart.

  2. #2

    Default

    Beautiful, just beautiful.

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •