Terri Watsonposted toScottish Clans & Families Flittin by John Buchanan Ye may lay yer plans aforehaun, Days afore it gin ye care, Hae the cheenie nately packit, An the was a strippit bare; The chair-bottoms tied thegither, An the extra bed taen doon; But yere no much faurer forrit When the flittin day comes roun. Its the larrys late in comin; An the chairs a biggit oot On the plainstanes, wi the kettles An the fire-arms roun aboot; An the room-things in a bourock By a caff-bed hidden fine Frae the neibours at the windies Teetin by the hauf-drawn blin. Syne a drizzle starts at loadin An things need anither dicht, While the ban-boxes an blankets Are quick hurried oot o sicht; An the larrys no richt raipit When Tam timles in the glaur An him to haund the lookin-glass - Could it ever happen waur? Deed a flittins unco tryin, Efter a is said an dune; But its waur whan anes oot-gaein As the ithers comin in. For theyre sure to cast oot someway Argie-bargie syne an flyte, While the jostlin an the wanglin Wad near drive a body gyte. Well, I hivna flittit aften Mebbe thrice in thretty year; But guid health an fortune faur me. Neer again Ill seek to steer; For the thocht o bygone trauchle Is a nichtmare to me yet An gin I can get my way ot, I their lums, its me theyll flit.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 15:00:21 +0000
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