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Not familiar with that one Shin.. maybe not common on the East,, I found mine too :) remember the days ya had to learn the bliddy things PLUS learn yer times tables at same time too..
Cuddle Doon
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi muckle faught and din.
“Oh try an’ sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
Your faither’s comin’ in.”
They niver heed a word I speak,
I try tae gie a froon,
But aye I hap’ them up an’ cry
“Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon!”Wee Jamie wi’ the curly heid,
He aye sleeps next the wa’
Bangs up and cries, “I want a piece!”
The rascal starts them a’.
I rin and fetch them pieces, drinks,
They stop a wee the soun’,
Then draw the blankets up an’ cry,
“Noo, weanies, cuddle doon.”But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab
Cries oot frae neath the claes,
“Mither, mak’ Tam gie ower at aince,
He’s kittlin’ wi’ his taes.”
The mischief in that Tam for tricks,
He’d bother half the toon,
But aye I hap them up an’ cry,
“Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon!”At length they hear their faither’s fit
An’ as he steeks the door,
They turn their faces tae the wa’
An Tam pretends tae snore.
“Hae a’ the weans been gude?” he asks,
As he pits aff his shoon.
“The bairnies, John, are in their beds
An’ lang since cuddled doon!”An’ just afore we bed oorsel’s
We look at oor wee lambs,
Tam has his airm roun’ wee Rab’s neck
An Rab his airm roun’ Tam’s.
I lift wee Jamie up the bed
An as I straik each croon,
I whisper till my heart fills up:
“Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon!”The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi’ mirth that’s dear tae me.
But soon the big warl’s cark an’ care
Will quiten doon their glee.
Yet come what will to ilka ane,
May He who rules aboon,
Aye whisper, though their pows be bald:
“Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon!”Meaning of unusual words:
muckle faught=lots of fighting
waukrife=wakeful
hap’=wrap
aye=always
bairnies=children
a piece=bread sandwich
weanies=small children
gie ower=stop
kittlin=tickling
steek=closes
shoon=shoes
straik=stroke
cark=fret
ilka=each and every
aboon=above
pows=headsDavid beckhams balls !
@sugarnspice wrote:
when i was a kid there were no strangers where we lived . It was a tiny village where everyone knew everybody . As children we knew every person in every house , even if it was as ” wee clarty Bobs granny ” . At Halloween we accepted home made treats and fruit and nuts ( i didnt know anyone with a nut allergy , i didnt even know nut allergy existed ) without question of anything sinister just as we accepted at any other time of the year sandwiches or a drink of juice ( all drinking from the same bottle omg ) from any parent or sibling that turned up at the river or the park where we played. If you fell and skint your knee anybodys mum would do to clean it up at the kitchen sink and give u a hug and send u back out to play.
Today I am fortunate enough to live in a very similar kind of village but I know the children going round my village this year will be accompanied by a selection of parents. :(
Rubes i do remember getting money and a tangerine sometimes when the tablet or treacle toffee had run out but I have no memory of money before decimalisation lol Loving the thought of you as Mary Poppins :) I was the front end of a donkey one year and one of ken dodds diddy men another year complete with huge pyjama trousers attached to a hula hoop held up with braces . We hadnt thought of the logistical problems of getting through peoples doorways wearing a hula hoop . I wish there were photos !!
I will have you KEN i made a lovely Mary Poppins !! and im sure i sung Summertime or did the Burns/Scots Poem o THAT year. ” wee jamie wi the curly heid, he aye slept next the wa,and then he shouts ” i WANT a peice” and then he wakes them aw..” I can remember it like yesterday! from the tangerine givers to the wumman that gave us 1/6 :)
im sure i bunged in a double verse for her !@*Dawny* wrote:
Ive said it before, will say it again. Tis the only time of the year that we let our kids go take sweeties from strangers
Never did it as a kid, wont let mine do it either.
They did dress up and have treats as we always had parties or we would take them round to our families if we didnt have partiesthats what im saying Hen. I live in a Street of say (calculates) 30 houses. we all knew each other. Grew up together etc. and that was the ONLY reason even back in 1960 something was i allowed to go. More now it gets later and later and 9 year olds are chapping at doors at the back of ten oclock. dressed as ghoulish delights that are a pervs dream. wee lassies in stockings etc. ( even pull ups) . im like “oh away home ffs” then ye get the wee chancers that dont even bother dressing and send in the most vulnerable one !
pah !
happy days shinny.. but im sure we got a tanner or sixpence , maybe im slightly older than you :) i was only wee and i only got to go cos my older sister was there as well. was local bairns from the same street. ye were not chapping on a strangers door,back then. heck i was Mary poppins for 2 years, transmorphed with a easter bunnet and my mammies chiffon scarf strategically placed !
alas. the old days leave us. I have just spent the last 2 hours breaking into my own back garden ! its like Fort Knox with Extensions and Get AFF my land mentality. We got a neighbour to open her gates eventually to allow 2 wee local junkies to cut my grass !
hehe. im a tadger too as i make sure they do it good. But im a firm beleiver in IF their willing to get Aff their erses and at least cut grass, then they deserve their shilling. Folks are horrified. but i have known them since they were in nappies. and in a strange way, makes me feel more secure when they see the bother i have letting them into a garden area.
and if they come to trick or treat me id break their legs :)
Happy Birthday hen. x
@esmeralda wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
Rabetta Shut yer geggy and stop hogging this thread :)
I once heard a woman shout ” pocohontas mcgreegor come here ,Right now “..
class. !
I knew her wee cousin..Pocosweeties McSporran :P
I wasnae joking BTW but !
Im sure it was the McSporrans that adopted morag proclaimer actually. IF they have changed her name i will be affronted. ! The peavey Amp and the Leslie cabinets we swapped her for were blew up yon night you started yon fire.. *shudders* ..
trick or Treat my Erse.. we used to go guising. Round near neighbours and ya HAD to do a turn, sing a song,tell a joke or something. All this stick a duffel coat on backwards malarky doesnt wash with me. Im totally against it.! and its HAD its Day. Encouraging bairns to go round strange houses,and bothering old dears watching Corrie.
Pah to Americanised ideas, of what was once a simple pleasure of dressing up.Rabetta Shut yer geggy and stop hogging this thread :)
I once heard a woman shout ” pocohontas mcgreegor come here ,Right now “..
class. !
wrong em boyo..
