Foos yer doos? Aye peckin? Ahts gid!
I have another Doric poem for you today, from the compilation Fit Like, Yer Majesty? Here we go! Disclaimer: for the lines which don’t change when you use proper English, I have just left them.
Lang John Siller by Helen Harrower
I’m a muckle fearsome Pirate
I’m a very fearsome pirate
Wi a beard like a hair dug,
With a beard like a hairy dog,
A bunnet wi twa fite crossed beens
A hat with two crossed bones
An a gold ring in ma lug.
And a gold ring in my ear.
Ma verra name is jist eneuch
My very name is just enough
Tae gaur men shak wi fricht,
To make men shake with fright,
They hide their wives an bairnies
They hide their wives and children
Fin I hove intae sicht.
When I come into sight.
Bit ma pirate days are numbered,
But my pirate days are numbered,
As the jiner can confirm:
As the joiner can confirm:
He’s diagnosed ma widden leg
He’s diagnosed my wooden leg
Has Terminal Widworm!
As you can see, these poems are mostly comical, and they rely mostly on the Doric language for their appeal. They are just meant to be short, funny, anecdotal snippets of the dialect. I hope you guys are enjoying them as much as I do. 🙂