Callin' a tarten out a' ev'ry stair
One kilt is missin', tho' sherly there,
Mae Stirlin' loove sae far from here
Whut a dashin' figger mae loove wud be
Wi' tarten plad doon tae his knee
Runnin' an' skippin' from tree tae tree
Wi' bagpipes croonin' for mo croi...
Author notes
For my dearest WH. I love you!
Mo croi:: is Gaelic for "my heart" and is pronounced as "mo kree"
Stirling is one of the Scottish clans, and my beloved's! *kisses to you, miurneach!*
Written in a Scottish Lowland Dialect (commonly known as a brogue), in "plain" English, it reads::
Bagpipes croon into night's thin air
Calling a tartan out of every stair
One kilt is missing, though surely there,
My Stirling love so far from here
What a dashing figure my love would be
With tartan plaid down to his knee
Running and skipping from tree to tree
With bagpipes crooning for mo croi...
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- ENNYFING COLLOQUIAL by jimmy20johns.
1800 points, ended October 31, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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wow
impressive - one of best pieces ever read and stumbled across on whole site - or skirt of a tart' shalt i said?... you make the scots a'prou-d
aappppllllaud, and bravo!
love leanne

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Nicely attempted - Scots is not an easy tongue for others to master. Such a lot of people have attempted it in this contest.
Are your two final words the Gaelic "mo chridhe" ("my heart", i.e. my darling)? It certainly rhymes with "knee".




