A riddle!
Doon in the wid I once did grow,
But the saw did me destroy;
Syne by the axe I came alive,
And noo I sing for joy.
(A Fiddle)

The P3/4 class heard some of Annie’s original rhymes and illustrated them!

Some wonderful fiddles illustrated by P3/4

Wash weel your fresh fish, and scum weel your bree,
For there’s mony a foul-fitted beast in the sea.

(This rhyme was a great excuse to draw Pauline's favourite - sea monsters! P3/4 did not disappoint!)

A gallery of sea monsters by P3/4
As with all images on this website you can click on the images to zoom in

An honorary mention must go to this drawing which not only includes a "foul-fitted beast" that bides in the sea, but a jar of Annie's Neepie Marmalade AND a fiddle!

P6/7 A New Rhyme - Created by the whole class and Pauline

Pauline introduced the class to the project, telling them all about Annie and her life. The class spoke about how Annie’s life was fairly different to ours – so little of today’s modern technology – and how Annie’s favourite escape was to head off on her bicycle collecting rhymes.

Pauline introduced them to Annie’s Loons an Lassikies rhyme. This being the fourth school to work with Annie’s rhymes, Halloween, summer holidays and Easter had already been covered. “Birthdays” was considered as a subject, but then the class started telling Pauline about the spooky places round Crimond that they like to explore – the old airfield and camp and… a haunted, abandoned shop in the village! All the pupils knew about it and there were loads of details. Pauline and the class imagined exploring the shop one Halloween night…

In Crimond there’s a shoppie
The door’s nae lockt, wi sleek aboot
There’s an unca doll an impty jars
An ghaisties there, wi hae nae doot!

Ae nicht wi gaed tae hae a keek
Wi heard a creak fae up the stair
A dunt rang oot! Wi got a fleg!
There wis a boodie stanin there!

It screicht at us, it’s moo agape
Wi screicht back an ran awa
We’re nae gaen back tae the haunted shoppie!
We’ll nivver leave wir hooses ava!

P6/7 New Rhymes - Created by the pupils in groups

The class then split up in to groups to work with Annie’s original rhymes, creating their own versions using the Doric and Scots words they already knew and some words from vocabulary sheets.
See "Resources for Schools" tab to find the vocabulary sheets and sheets used for creating new rhymes in the workshops.

Annie's Collected Rhymes

New Crimond Rhymes

What will my Grannie say when she comes hame the morn?
The broon coo’s broken oot, and eaten aa the corn!.

Fit will mi faither say fan he comes in fae Auld Deer?
The lavvie pipe’s foonert an there’s sharn aa ower the fleer!
by Logan S, Tosia, Hunter

The auld wives o’ Crichie haud a gey Aiky Fair
The danced roon the tents wi’ their jiggers a’ bare

The auld wives o’ Lonmay went tae the Broch
An aa aifterneen they sat on their docks
They bocht some chips an sat on the sand
Syne alang came a scurry an snatched them oot their hands!
by Sophie, Bethany, Mikey

Robbie Stobbie, doon the glen,
Ate his mithers aul black hen,
Be she roas’in, be she raw,
Robbie Stobbie ate her a’

In the shoppie, wee bairn Robbie
Buyin denner fur his moggie
Be it moosies be it scurry
Kittlen he ate it aa in a hurry!
by Olivia, Emily B and Tyler

Two Lullabies
Cuddle in your bonnie baa, and get a bonnie sleepie, O
An I’se awa and milk the coo, and gie to her a neepie, O

Hush ba baby, dinna mak a din
And ye’ll get a fishie, fin the boat comes in

Said by the nursery teachers:
Hush ba bairns, dinna mak a din
An ye’ll get some social time, fin the work gets din

Come on ma bairn, we’re gan on a hurl tae buy some pugeges an cook em fan we we’ll get hame
Oh no, they’re ill-baken, we’ll need tae go on anither hurl tae get mare pugeges

Come here ye bonnie bairns, an get a bonnie sleepie
I’ll be awa in a minty and be hame in nae lang. And I’ll gie ye a bosie fan I get back

We’ll need tae ging roon the shoppies, tae buy a Yule denner afore they’re aa selt oot!

all by Ryan, Emily I and Nial (who tell us that "pugeges" are cabbages!)

Awa wi’ yer tatties, yer sowens and yer kail
Yer ill-baken breid and yer sour brown ale;
Wi’ cauld kail and tatties, ye feed us like a pig,
While ye drink tea and toddy, and hurl in a gig!

I hate skweel it’s borin
I hate skweel in the mornin
There’s so much noise
Mainly fae the boys
I hate skweel it’s dreeck
I hate skweel, we’re there aa week
There’s so much racket far
I lads you can hear em fae I toon’s afar!
by Alfie, Kacee and Bradley

The rottans an the mice they a’ fell a’strife,
And widna let my meat be until I got a wife,
When I got a wife, my wife she couldna rin
And I got a hurl barrow, to hurl her oot and in
The hurl barrow broke and my wife she got a fa’
Shame gang wi’ the hurl barra, ill-deen wife an a’

The moggies and tykes the a’ fell a’strife
And widna let my fish be until I got a brock
And fina got a dirt bike tae rin aboot the wids
The dirt bike broke and canna hud awa the skids
by Indee, Lee, Lilly