Violet Jacob
A talk by Sheila Mann
At 2 pm Wednesday 2nd March 2016
In Monifieth Community Cabin
South Union Street
Entry £4 Afternoon Tea included
Aye, Wind, I ken them weel eneuch,and fine they fa’ and rise,
And fain I’d feel the creepin’ mist on yonder shore that lies,
But tell me, ere ye passed them by What saw ye on the way?
My man, I rocked the rovin’ gulls that sail abune the Tay
(Norlan Wind— The Wild Geese)
Helen B Cruickshank
Eenerty, feenerty, fickery ,feg.
I saw a man wi a crookity leg,
Irkie, birkie, story, rock,
Airman a wife wi” a raggity frock,
El, del, domin, eg.
She rappt at the door an begnid tae beg
The collie flew oot a gied her a fleg,
He nippet her ankle, an tore her frock,
An, tan, toose, jock,
My man woke up , an threw them oot
Black pudden, white trout.
An that’s the end o my story.
Coontit Oot, by Helen B Cruickshank
Monifieth Local History Society 
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