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Date Posted: 02:16:10 10/02/11 Sun
Author: Edie (MEen)
Subject: Re: Can't remember too many but I always loved this
In reply to: Ani 's message, "Can't remember too many but I always loved this" on 12:07:56 10/01/11 Sat

Loved this Ani, I knew the first three or four lines of course but its great to have the whole poem. It reminds me of one I learned at school (Auchinleck Primary) for some sort of Scottish Poem competition at the school. I was quite upset when I didn't win and my friend Peter McKelvie took the prize LOL Here it is:

The Bogle
by W.D. Cocker


There’s a bogle by the bour-tree at the lang loan heid,
I canna thole the thocht o’ him, he fills ma he’rt wi’ dreid;
He skirls like a hoolet, an’ he rattles a’ his banes,
An gi’es himsel’ an unco fash to fricht wee weans.

He’s never there by daylicht, but ance the gloamin’ fa’s
He creeps alang the heid-rig, an’ through the tattie-shaws,
Syne splairges through the burn, an’ comes sprachlin’ ower the stanes,
Then coories doun ahint the dyke to fricht wee weans.

I canna say I’ve seen him, an’ it’s no that I am blin’,
But, whene’er I pass the bour-tree, I steek ma een an’ rin;
An’ though I get a tum’le whiles I’d rather thole sic pains,
Than look upon the likes o’ yon that frichts wee weans.

I daurna gang that gait ma lane by munelicht or by mirk,
Oor Tam’s no’ feart, but then he’s big, an’ strang as ony stirk;
He says the bogle’s juist the win’ that through the bour-tree maens.
The muckle gowk! It’s no the win’ that frichts wee weans

... I found this on the net along with lots of other poems by Cocker.

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