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- sahona
- Admiral of the White
- Posts: 1992
- Joined: Thu Jan 03, 2008 8:17 pm
- Boat Type: Marcon Claymore
- Location: Clyde
It would have been the early 50's, had long holidays with friends at Mannofield opposite the water works, where I was led to believe Wee Willie Winkie lived in one of the towers... Rubieslaw was still working then as well - pretty sad by the 90's.
http://trooncruisingclub.org/ 20' - 30' Berths available, Clyde.
Cruising, racing, maintenance facilities. Go take a look, you know you want to.
Cruising, racing, maintenance facilities. Go take a look, you know you want to.
- DaveS
- Yellow Admiral
- Posts: 1341
- Joined: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:10 am
- Boat Type: Seastream 34
- Location: Me: Falkirk, Boat: Craobh
Scots
10 oota 10, bit a dinna like tae brag, ye ken.
Wurds nae langer aften usit...
Forfochan
Whigmaleerie
Tumshie
Tapsalteerie
Slaister
Hochmagandie
an some foulk wid hae ye telt it's jist a dialec o Inglis...
Wurds nae langer aften usit...
Forfochan
Whigmaleerie
Tumshie
Tapsalteerie
Slaister
Hochmagandie
an some foulk wid hae ye telt it's jist a dialec o Inglis...
- Nick
- Admiral of the Blue
- Posts: 5933
- Joined: Sun May 12, 2002 4:11 pm
- Boat Type: Albin Vega 27 and Morgan Giles 30
- Location: Oban. Scotland
- Contact:
Coup, cowp
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To coup or cowp is to tip, so my guess would be that you were playing in the tip or municipal rubbish dump??
Unless of course it was the Cope or Copie, in which case it would have been the Co-op.
To coup or cowp is to tip, so my guess would be that you were playing in the tip or municipal rubbish dump??
Unless of course it was the Cope or Copie, in which case it would have been the Co-op.
- Shuggy
- Old Salt
- Posts: 305
- Joined: Mon Feb 11, 2008 3:02 pm
- Boat Type: Nic 43
- Location: Loch Craignish
I learnt a new one at pipe band. We were trying to work out how to stay warm playing for an hour last night outside & someone said we should wear 'hummel dodies'.Rowana wrote: How about some words, sayings Etc. that were used by your parents or grandparents, that are no longer in common use?
Any more?
Hummel = stag with no horns
Dodies = gloves
Hummel dodies = fingerless gloves!
We failed to stay warm, by the way...
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Shuggy
Shuggy
- Nick
- Admiral of the Blue
- Posts: 5933
- Joined: Sun May 12, 2002 4:11 pm
- Boat Type: Albin Vega 27 and Morgan Giles 30
- Location: Oban. Scotland
- Contact:
Nicky Tams
I got a good grounding in the Doric when I first met SWMBO. Her Dad used to sing all the bothy ballads, including this one - do you know all the words in it?
A Pair o' Nicky Tams
Fan I was only ten year auld, I left the pairish schweel.
My faither he fee'd me tae the Mains tae chaw his milk and meal.
I first pit on my narrow breeks tae hap my spinnel trams,
Syne buckled roon my knappin' knees, a pair o' Nicky Tams.
It's first I gaed for baillie loon and syne I gaed on for third,
An' syne, of course, I had tae get the horseman's grippin' wird,
A loaf o' breed tae be my piece, a bottle for drinkin' drams,
Bit ye canna gyang thro' the caffhouse door without yer Nicky Tams.
The fairmer I am wi' eynoo he's wealthy, bit he's mean,
Though corn's cheap, his horse is thin, his harness fairly deen.
He gars us load oor cairts owre fou, his conscience has nae qualms,
Bit fan briest-straps brak there's naething like a pair o' Nicky Tams.
I'm coortin' Bonnie Annie noo, Rob Tamson's kitchie deem,
She is five-and-forty an' I am siventeen,
She clorts a muckle piece tae me, wi' different kinds o'jam,
An' tells me ilka nicht that she admires my Nicky Tams.
I startit oot, ae Sunday, tae the kirkie for tae gyang,
My collar it wis unco ticht, my breeks were nane owre lang.
I had my Bible in my pooch, likewise my Book o' Psalms,
Fan Annie roared, 'Ye muckle gype, tak' af yer Nicky Tams!'
Though unco sweir, I took them aff, the lassie for tae please,
But aye my breeks they lirkit up, a' roon aboot my knees.
A wasp gaed crawlin' up my leg, in the middle o' the Psalms,
So niver again will I enter the kirk without my Nicky Tams.
I've often thocht I'd like tae be a bobby on the Force,
Or maybe I'll get on the cars, tae drive a pair o' horse.
Bit fativer it's my lot tae be, the bobbies or the trams,
I'll ne'er forget the happy days I wore my Nicky Tams.
A Pair o' Nicky Tams
Fan I was only ten year auld, I left the pairish schweel.
My faither he fee'd me tae the Mains tae chaw his milk and meal.
I first pit on my narrow breeks tae hap my spinnel trams,
Syne buckled roon my knappin' knees, a pair o' Nicky Tams.
It's first I gaed for baillie loon and syne I gaed on for third,
An' syne, of course, I had tae get the horseman's grippin' wird,
A loaf o' breed tae be my piece, a bottle for drinkin' drams,
Bit ye canna gyang thro' the caffhouse door without yer Nicky Tams.
The fairmer I am wi' eynoo he's wealthy, bit he's mean,
Though corn's cheap, his horse is thin, his harness fairly deen.
He gars us load oor cairts owre fou, his conscience has nae qualms,
Bit fan briest-straps brak there's naething like a pair o' Nicky Tams.
I'm coortin' Bonnie Annie noo, Rob Tamson's kitchie deem,
She is five-and-forty an' I am siventeen,
She clorts a muckle piece tae me, wi' different kinds o'jam,
An' tells me ilka nicht that she admires my Nicky Tams.
I startit oot, ae Sunday, tae the kirkie for tae gyang,
My collar it wis unco ticht, my breeks were nane owre lang.
I had my Bible in my pooch, likewise my Book o' Psalms,
Fan Annie roared, 'Ye muckle gype, tak' af yer Nicky Tams!'
Though unco sweir, I took them aff, the lassie for tae please,
But aye my breeks they lirkit up, a' roon aboot my knees.
A wasp gaed crawlin' up my leg, in the middle o' the Psalms,
So niver again will I enter the kirk without my Nicky Tams.
I've often thocht I'd like tae be a bobby on the Force,
Or maybe I'll get on the cars, tae drive a pair o' horse.
Bit fativer it's my lot tae be, the bobbies or the trams,
I'll ne'er forget the happy days I wore my Nicky Tams.


