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Voar wadder
Croft land in Spring. Vagaland's seasonal poem
Read By Laurence Graham
Da ask is
tick at da back o Vaila,
As da cowld, sweet braeth o da Sooth
wind blaas,
Whaar da rigs is lyin, gold an shaila,
An da paet-reek driftin by ower Waas;
Whin da green paeck comes, an you hear da kilya
Among da fleein cloods o maas.
As up an doon da gaet A’m gyaain,
Wi da owld byre-borrow back an fore,
I feel da Sooth wind saftly blaain,
An da cock craas lood at da barn door.
Nae time laek da time wi da green paeck shaain
An da smell o da eart ida first o da
Voar!