Twin Flames One Misty Morn
The envy o’ Fife,
Ye really cannae miss us,
Just follow the flames n smoke,
an’ all they giant towers.
Who wants tae stay onywhere else,
When ye hae a view like oors.
Dunfermlin’ they hae tree-lined Ave’s,
Wi a lovely park an’ Abbey.
Aberdour lounge on park bench seats,
Wi coastal views fer miles.
The Meedies noo the Meadows,
A beautiful loch reclaimed fer all.
Edinburgh is awfie jealous,
Their Scott Mon ‘tis only 200ft tall,
A wee babe next to oor 410ft giants.
The geese, changed their route this year,
Provin’ they’re no sae daft,
“Veer tae the left lads n lassies,
New choppers in oor path”.
But please dinnae worry,
Yer sacrifice is no’ in vain,
The rich folk need the cash.
If ye dinnae like yer view,
Weel never mind,
Just walk doon Hami Brae,
An’ all the Dante’s vanish!
The Doric language lends itself well to humour and heart-felt expression. There are a growing number of websites promoting both the Doric and other colourful, interesting Scottish languages:-