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Jenny
Stewart's Poems
In Caithness Dialect
Oh For Dry
Pavements |
Diz iss bad weather make ye girn? Ah mosst admit ah've hed ma turn, An walkin doon e rodd in slush, Iss choost enough till make me gush. Fan
fowk stamp feet till loosen snow, Thur's nothane worse (except hard cheese), Ma blood-pressure's been taxed till limit, |