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Quite a few years ago I was asked by one of my daughters to write something for her project at school, to represent what it was like in "the olden days". As if I didn't feel old enough already!
So I wrote this wee poem for her.
It summarises an experience that I went through each lunchtime at my own school - a race to the shop and then a well balanced diet of healthy-eating ice top buns, crisps and a lovely fizzy soft drink. None of us were overweight, had rotted teeth or diabetic to my knowledge..!
It was a wee country school, last of its kind, stove in the corner, multiple classes in one room, old oak desks etc.
"A Wheen of Thon Yins" is local vernacular for "some of those ones please!"
If you ever read Oor Wullie or The Broons, its the same dialect!

A Wheen a Thon Yins

Fdf5205c-8b5b-4da8-a6dc-63fe28d680a9by Billy J. Stewart26 Jan 2014

A mine it well,
The lunch time bell,
That pit us on the run,
Galloping out
Wi’ gladsome shout,
Tay grab an ice-tap bun.
We’d oft’ tay go
Through gales an’ snow,
Wi’ brogies full o’ bunions.
Wi’ counter before us,
Up went the chorus
“Gi’ us a wheen a thon yins!”
Noses a snotters,
Bags full a jotters,
An’ finghers stuck wi’ crame,
Its back tay the yard
Tay fitball it hard
An’ the morra do it al’ the same..!