Puggled, glaekit, shoogly, dinnae, clarty, haud yer wheest, blether, braw, scunnered, craw, tattie, crabbit, slaister, aye these were once everyday type words in my young vocabulary and growing up and moving south meant growing away from them. Nevertheless, having shed them for a new life, where new words like simulacrum, deconstruction, monads and parthenogenesis took over, I do miss the musicality of my former language. I was thinking about this yesterday, I was playing my guitar in the attic, while sitting on a shoogly chair, wondering if the Scottish version of Shake, Rattle and Roll is Shoogle 'til yer Puggled? Of course there is no reason why I can't use them, except I would come over as trying to be what I am no longer. And if Scotland get independence I will be cast further adrift, born and bred there I don't get a vote because being Scottish has, by voting regulations and definition, become defined by residency. Is that a way to treat the children of the diaspora and the economic migrants? Ah weel, ah dinnae ken, I'll haud mah wheest, a nod's as guid as a wink tae a blind horse, ken? I have posted this a couple of times and I can't listen to it and not think about my mum - och, away wi' yeh:
| 'S tric mi sealltainn o'n chnòc a's àirde | I'm often searching on the highest hilltop |
| Dh'fheuch am faic mi fear a bhàta | Trying to find the boatman |
| An tig thu'n diùigh no'n tig thu màireach | Will you come tonight or tomorrow? |
| 'S mur tig thu idir gur truagh a tà' mi | If you don't come at all, I'll be distraught |
