The Hurdy Dirdy cam' Hame Frae the Hill
Paul wrote, "This is an Aberdeenshire poem. A Hirdy Dirdy is a shepherd, he asks his wife for succour, and finds the chickens over his watered down porridge. He hits them over the head. The first chicken chirps, the second says 'lackaday'. The cockerel says that she should have gone to bed when I told you..."
The Hurdy Dirdy cam' Hame Frae the Hill
The Shepherd Came Home From the Hill
Poem
Poem
(Scots)
(English)
The Hurdy Dirdy cam' hame frae the hill, hungry, hungry
"Faar's my gruel?" said the Hirdy Dirdy.
"It's sittin' i' the bowl.
The black chicken and the grey
Hae been peckin' at it a' the day."
He up wi' his club an' gied 'em it o' the lug.
"Peak, peak," cried the chicken. "Will-a-wins!" cried the hen.
"Little matter," said the cock, "Ye should hae gaen to yer bed fan I bade
you."
The shepherd came home from the hill, hungry, hungry
"Where is my gruel?" said the shepherd.
"It's sitting in the bowl.
The black chicken and the grey
Have been pecking at it all the day."
He raised up his club and hit them on the ear.
"Peck, peck," cried the chicken. "Will-a-wins!" cried the hen.
"Little matter," said the cock, "You should have gone to bed when I bid you to."
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Many thanks to Paul Wimsett for contributing this song.
Thanks so much!