"Ah tellt ye boy, ye maun sit doon
And dinnae birl that chair aroon!"
I knew not what McTavish meant
So to the headie I was sent.
He had the tawse behind his back
I still recall that sudden crack.
The day was cold, the sky was gray
A snowball took the pain away.
"Ye stood that well," my playmates said,
"The dominie is off his head,
"Ye ken wee Jeanie over there?
Her wi' the legs? Och dinnae stare,
"She went to take him in his tea
He streiket her across his knee
And gied her arse a skelp, they say!"
I gulped, and wandert far away,
Across the field, ayont the burn
I thought I never would return
But then that bloody awful bell
Recalled me to that leathern hell.
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Aye jeemie, jeemie, thon boon ent they but 'n ben hies near noo tha ken, och deelekt mun gross ma tears abun they crassie glen ye ken, ye ken, jeemie? Que?
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Dinnae gi'es yer havers!
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Aye, Jummie, 'Gers for ever! - or did I mean the other lot? Thanks so much for your humour.
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I would LOVE to hear you reading this ...
for there is something so lyrical about the Scottish tongue ... Btw the Scottish tradition is proud and their marches beautiful ... I know quite some stories about the bravery of their Military.
Love
Myra
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I kin see ye ha' a fond remembrance of a guid tawsing on yir wee pubescent erse.
Dye ken John Peel
He had a guid squeal
When the headie gi' him a feel
Before the weal
Appeared on his keel.
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My "happiest" memory of the tawse was in Primary (I'd be 7 or 8), when I was given six at the end of term for sleeping! This was a cumulative amount for all the sleeping I'd done that term. I sense the bairns nowadays dinnae ken they're born, eh? You can see it hasn't done me a scrap of harm. Nurse! The screens!
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