About this memory
In the summer we had our annual prize giving concert. I won a book of poems by Robert Burns for reciting 'The Sair Finger' by Walter Wingate.
You've hurt your finger? Puir wee man!
Your pinkie? Deary me!
Noo, Juist you haud it that wey till till
I get my specs and see!
My, so it is - and there's the skelf!
Noo, dinna greet nae mair
See there - my needle's gotten't out!
I'm sure wasna sair?
And noo, to make it hale the morn
Put ona wee bit saw
And tie a bonnie hankie roun't
Noo, there na - rin awa'!
Your finger sair ana'? Ye rogue, Ye're only lettin' on!
Weel, weel, then - see noo, there ye are,
Row'd up and the same as John!