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Two weeks in The North East has rekindled the Doric in me.
----- Wir waitin fir the end o the month Fir oan the thirtae first its a oer An a new year wi us a cheerin n kissin As we a ring em bells, an kiss baith loons an quines rosy chiks Haudin up twa strings ae misseltow, ower fa ye like Ye a ken fit a mean, wi a did it fan we wir young An we smile fan we see, a first fit wi his coal He his tae be dark o hair, an tall as kin be Coal fir oor fire, a symbol fae the past Heat tae survive, a braw gift Noo will be biscuits, or mebbee a dram A wishin us weel, fir a new year on its wye Tae the lute o the piper, or the drum The bells ding, oor clock strikes the midnight oor Some ring em in, wi a song fae oor past Maist linkin airms, an singing oot loud Fir thae auld pals, they’ll nivver forget Sung the world oer, a hoosehold chant An a toast o the year tae come, we a hud oot hope Fir a Happy New Year, tae ane an a. Last edited by billy123; 31-12-2014 at 03:58 AM. |
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