Burns night

Illustration of cottages by the sea by Hannah Foley. All rights reserved (www.owlingabout.co.uk).For those of you who don’t know (shame on you!) it is Burns Night on Sunday. Poor Little Owl is having a hard time of it. She is having to learn a Burns poem to recite by heart for school. I love that the school are doing this, it’s so old-fashioned and lovely, but the Scots words are getting her in a right tangle. “Richt wee deil” becomes “rickety wheel” in her brave attempts. I’ve put a copy of the poem at the bottom of the post for you to have a go at. I’m no help to her at all. Even when I get the pronunciation right I sound ridiculous. I’m just too English. It’s the “ch” sound that trips me up every time and that’s the sound that sounds so lyrical on anyone with a genuine Scottish accent.

Finch, on the other hand, is thoroughly enjoying the Burns traditions. He managed to polish off a heaped plate of haggis, tatties and neeps, accompanied by buttered oat cakes, and followed with shortbread at Toddler Group. Once he’d wolfed that down he crawled off to see if he could swipe any leftovers from the other children’s plates. There’s a baby who’s got his priorities sorted.

Roguey Pogey by Robert Burns.                                                                                                     Rogue pogey                                                                                                                                  Pickety peel                                                                                                                                           My sister is                                                                                                                                               A richt wee deil.

She nips my lugs                                                                                                                                And rugs my hair                                                                                                                         Scatters my toys                                                                                                                                   All ower the flair.

She lauchs and thinks                                                                                                                            It is great fun                                                                                                                                        But then her age                                                                                                                                     Is only one.


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One Response to Burns night

  1. Linda says:

    Glad for the translation but I thought her accent was spot on. xxx

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