Streetwyce
On a street* i the Cheviots atween the Hounam Rings an Blackburrie Fort Ah met wi Heck Hogg an Ah speird at him div ee ken Jack Murray? but he rowed intil a baw an fae the fleas on his back answer came there nane.
Syne Ah met wi Dodd Fox, but he slippet me a sleikit luik an smooled intil a skye, syne: dunt, dunt, dunt kythes Badger Brock sae Ah speirt at him div ee ken Jock Murray?
Quo he Ah kent his fither the laddie wis tae follie ahint the fither, but whaur he's gan aboot the day Ah cudnae say. Syne afore Ah cud aquent him th'Inn's no bin there this ten year or mair Brock's siller dowp's gan dunt, dunt, dunt doon the dairk howe till Hounam Toon.
Mirk nicht on a street i the Cheviots an Ah mind his shavin brush o badger hair an his razor that ay lay aside the mirror an ah thank ee fither Ah'm denied thrice ower on a street as heich's yon.
*The street is an old drove road in the Cheviots
John Murray from Chiaroscuro (diehard publishers, 2001) Poem supplied courtesy of the Scottish Poetry Library |