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A coorse day
Rhoda Bulter describes a day of wild weather late on in the year
Read By Rhoda Bulter
Da spindrift hings
across da soond,
An da sea braks right up ower da Taen;
Da reek is flannin ta da flür,
An da ben laft’s runnin in again.
Da dockens tresh da barn door
Laek tirn fok at’s lockit oot,
An da kael seed doon atti da yerd
Ill be strippit
ta da rüt, I doot.
Dere goes da hens’ pot birlin by,
Doon ower da toons, clean oota sight.
I hoop da dess is no med wye,
An he aeses oota dis ere night.