Weary of the Darning
(from Gordon Bok's "Ensemble)
Here's a tinkler seekin' rags, Seek-in' rags, an' seek-in' rags,
He begs wi' plea that never flags,
Though Collie growls a warnin'.
What's the use of comin' here?
We're sillerless wi' little gear
All the time the billows roar
Men wha fish must bide ashore.
cho: So come ye back some ither day, Ither day, some ither day.
Wur wearin' a'the rags we hae And weary o' the darnin'.
Here's a man wha winnae ploo, Winnae ploo, winnae ploo,
Ne'er a thowt tae keep a coo;
He cinnoe thole the farmin'.
Cauld the wind wi' whist-le seeks
The muckle holes in Willie's breeks.
In an oot the needle flies, Needle flies, the needle flies,
We've patches here o' sic a size,
'Twill keep her goin' 'til mornin'.
Gang we all wi' tattered sarks
While faither's creels lie oot o' work.