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Jenny
Stewart's Poems
In Caithness Dialect
Cowld Protection |
Diz iss cowld winter weather affect ye lek mad, Though ah'm no all at owld ah feel id richt bad, Fey ma poor frozen toes till e top o ma heyd, Ma blood turns till ice till ah sweyr ah'm near deyd.
Ah've tried
wearin woolens richt next till ma skin, Then ah thocht maybe thick tights wiz winter cowld cure, So now ah'm in layers an ma blood's really singin, Now, till meyt for e cowld, weel ah love soups an stews, Boot e answer till winter's e summer ah reckon, |