For the delictation of all.
THE BOY IN THE TRAIN
Whit wey does the engine say Toot toot?
Is it feart tae gang in the tunnel?
Whit wey is the furnace no pit oot
When the rain gangs doon the funnel?
What'll Ah hae for ma tea the nicht?
A herrin', or maybe a haddie?
Has Gran'ma gotten electric licht?
Is the next stop Kirkcaddy?
There's a hoodie-craw on yon turnip raw!
An' seagulls - sax or seeven.
Ah'll no fa' oot o' the windae Maw'
It's sneckit, as sure as I'm leevin'.
We're into the tunnel! We're a' in the dark!
But dinna be frichtit, Daddy.
We'll sune be comin' tae Beveridge Park,
An' the next stop's Kirkcaddy.
Is yon the mune Ah see in the sky?
It's awfa wee an' curly.
See! There's a coo an' a cauf ootbye,
An a lassie pu'in a hurlie!
He's chackit the tickets an' gien them back,
Sae gie me ma ain yin Daddy.
Lift doon the bag frae the luggage rack,
For the next stop's Kirkcaddy!
There's a gey wheen boats at the harbour mou'
And eh! dae ye see the cruisers?
The cinnamon drap I wis sookin' the noo
Has tummelt an' stuck tae ma troosers...
I'll sune be ringin' ma Gran'ma's bell.
She'll cry, "Come ben, ma laddie."
For I ken masel' by the queer-like smell
That the next stop's Kirkcaddy!