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I always enjoyed studying the works of George Mackay Brown, an Orcadian writer, when I was at school. For some reason this poem in particular stayed with me.
I always enjoyed studying the works of George Mackay Brown, an Orcadian writer, when I was at school. For some reason this poem in particular stayed with me.
A Warped Boat
As one would say, lighting an evening pipe At a banked fire, 'Barley will soon be ripe. Ale should be sweet in the mouth this year With all that rain in May, though the seedtime was dry'...
So Willag, before the Merle turned over Rose from the rowlocks And remarked to the open mouths on the shore, 'Drive old Bess, that fence-breaker, from the oats Back to her patch of clover. Yes, Breck can have my horse for his five groats.
And Jeannie is wrong again. She raged by all that was holy I'd drown and die In steepings of malt. A fine evening it was for going to the sillocks. But men, It's a coarse drink at the end of a day, this salt.'
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