P4-7 New Rhymes - Created by the whole class and Pauline

Pauline and the P5-7 class learned about Annie and the pupils spoke about the differences between our modern lives and how folk lived 110 years ago.
The P5-7s listed Doric and Scots words they knew on the board. Pauline then worked with the class, looking at one of Annie’s original rhymes, translating it and then creating a New Rhyme Fur Auld by choosing a favourite time of year—the summer holidays!

All schools taking part in the project worked with this rhyme as we felt that "Fan The Loons an Lassikies Cam Oot Tae Play" would be a fitting subtitle to the project.

The rhyme Annie collected:
Yule has come, and yule has gone,
And we’ve a’ fared weel;
Jockie’s at his flail again,
And Jennie’s at her wheel,
And a’ the loons and lassiekies,
Are back at the skweel.

P4-7’s new rhyme:
Skweel is ower, simmer’s here
We’re aa on holiday
We’ll climb up trees, an brak a leg
An humsh oor gulsh aa day
An aa the loons an lassikies
Can camp, an sweem an play

The P4-7 class pupils illustrated their rhyme about the summer holiday - complete with tree climbing, leg breaking, camping and all!
You can click on each individual illustration to see the full image.

Next, the class and Pauline created a poem from scratch with the pupils choosing the theme – they decided the main character would be a farm animal and what would happen to it!

A grumphy hid a yokey dock
He scraitched it on the byre waa
Bit the byre hid a bumbee’s byke
An the scraitichin made it faa!

It landit on the dubby grun
Foggie bummers cam flyin oot
They stung him on the lugs and dowp
An aa gaed fleein up his snoot!

There were wonderful drawings of the poor grumphy too - again, you can click on each individual illustration to see the full image.

Annie's Collected Rhymes

New Fetterangus Rhymes

Awa wi’ yer tattie, 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!

We dinna like tae gang on lang walks ava
An a’ the talks, we are connached!
Finally we are hame
Noo I’m gaen tae hae a rest
(by Sadie and Elspeth)

When the breakers roar at Rattray Heid,
We ken the weather will be gweed;
But when they roar at Achentumb,
A’ the ill weather is to come.

Fan it is gweed weather, bairns will gang oot tae play wi’ pals
Bairns will get dubby and cauld
So fan they gang hame,
They will fang fur a shoo’er!
(by Peyton and Keira)

Clash-pyottie, clash-pyottie, sits on the tree,
Dings doon aipples one, two, three;
One to the master, and one to the man
And one to the laddie that ca’s the caravan,
But nane tae the clash-pyot, what will we gie,
Gie to the clash-pyot that sits in the tree,
A barrowfu’ o muck, and a barrowfu’ o hay,
And we will carry the clash-pyotie down to the Bay!

(A clash-pyot is someone who tells tales!)

The young lassie, the young lassie, bade near the bay
And this young lassie she girned aa day
Stuart in the café fa sells auld baps
He pit rattans in her waldies
She grat an she girned and she slap’d Stuart
And really gied him laldie!
(by Iona, Molly and Ella)

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.

P4-7 New Rhymes - Created by the pupils in groups

A Riddle
White doo featherless cam’ doon frae Paradise,
And lichtit on yon castle wa’;
By cam’ Laird Landless and took it up handless,
Syne rain cam’ and washed it awa?
(Snow)

In the morn, the grumphy awak tae a girse-louper up his snoot
it was fair ticklin’ and so he tried tae get him oot
But alas! He pushed him in
Awa the girse-louper went, a’ through his organs and slept
(Noah, Cody and Theo)

The tatties they ha’e a gane wrang,
And vexed the farmers sairly;
And gin ye chance to buy a peck,
It’s man, they’ll scrimp ye fairly.

A Riddle
Pitter patter doon comes watter
Swooshin, gushing, blawn
A crack of fite
A rammie o bangs
An swishin swirlin snaain
(A storm) (by Patrick, Gordon and Kai)

Here’s my han’, and weel agreet;
I’ll gang wi you – a bargain be’t.

A mowdie an a mappie howkin awa in a tod hole
An then oot came loupin a brock and a tod
Chisen a mowdie an a mappie far awa
The mowdie an mappie loupin for their lives
(by Senna, Khloe and Ruby)

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

A Riddle
Four and twenty white kye stan’in in a raw,
Oot cam’ the red bull an’ lickit owre them a’?
(Teeth and Tongue)

Here we swap twa chuckies
For een sheltie, shall we shak on it?
(by Harry, Lewis and Callan)

A Riddle
My Scots name is the same as a river
Bit if ye dip me in I'll gae ye the shivvers!
Fit am I?
(Answer - Taes) (by Josh Lucans and Jude)