Angus Poets – Violet Jacob and Helen B Cruickshank

Violet Jacob

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

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

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