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The Doonfaw O' Ma Mither Tongue |
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By Talisker
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30 January 2007 |
Another short lament in the Scots dialect Whit haes become o' guid Scots leeteratur? It seems sae plain as parritch tae us - it’s deid frae dowie neglect! Ye fause London Scots, peyed a heap tae fend fur oor cultyur, whaur ur yis? Sirplin gin an’ tonics wi’ yer fantoush pals, smuirichin’ airses fer clartie siller! Shame oan youse! Hing yer heids! Oli 30/01/07
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should be longer! Written by fellpony (1717 comments posted) 30th January 2007 | oh I love that line, "smuirichin' airses fer clartie siller". I haven't a clue what/who you mean politically Talisker, but have at 'em boy, anything in London is fair game for us provincials.
| Written by Phil (6963 comments posted) 30th January 2007 | Same line stuck out for me too. Liked this Oli. (Odd that this suits dialect and wouldn't suit standard English.) Recently worked my way through Irvine Welsh's books (who I assume is a Scot) and I enjoy Iain Banks. Literature? Not sure about that, but good reads all the same. Phil. |
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