trinkie
08-Apr-07, 20:08
Springtime in Caithness
by Isabel Salmon
Hev ye taen ae rod till Hempriggs
On a cowld an frosty day
To see again the snowdrops
That grew there along the way
Or did ye go till ''Ackregil''
For winkles in great spate
An' took them hom in lodfils
That fair wid fill yir plate
Ye might hev geen till Stirkoke
To see daffodils galore
An no wan ever minded
If ye picked them by the score
Then did ye walk beside the burn
An thocht t'would never end
For if you have I'll tell you now
You've walked with me my friend.
by Isabel Salmon
Hev ye taen ae rod till Hempriggs
On a cowld an frosty day
To see again the snowdrops
That grew there along the way
Or did ye go till ''Ackregil''
For winkles in great spate
An' took them hom in lodfils
That fair wid fill yir plate
Ye might hev geen till Stirkoke
To see daffodils galore
An no wan ever minded
If ye picked them by the score
Then did ye walk beside the burn
An thocht t'would never end
For if you have I'll tell you now
You've walked with me my friend.