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Highflier
Highflier - Jack Renwick. A short satirical pen portrait from the oil boom years.
Read By John J Graham
Highflier
Sharlie o Skerpa’s boy
Charles,
Brief-cased ta kill,
Wi a shaef o memoranda
At wid a shokkit his faider’s coo,
Boardin da plane at Sumburgh,
Fir a wirkin lunch wi Sir Someen-ir-idder
Ta discuss oil.
Guid gaird me,
Hit’s jist laek yesterday at I mind his midder
Flyin ta Gord
Fur a scaar o sweet oil
Ta beek auld Sharlie’s hainch
Whin he fell bakklins ipo da stove
Jist pleepin ida horrors o drink.
Yon most til a bön whaar
Charles
Got his laer aboot dis oil.
Richt fae da girse röts, you micht say.