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

Pauline told the P6/7 class all about Annie - her education, her job, how she was the main carer for her Uncle and Cousin - and how she used to head off on her bicycle collecting rhymes for the Rymour Club and songs for Gavin Greig.

They then looked at the seasonal rhyme about being back at school after Christmas - the pupils voted to write a rhyme about the Hairst, the harvest.

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.

A big date in the New Deer calendar is the New Deer Show!

There's yowes an shelties, tractors braw
Honkin lorries hurlin roon
Heilan coos an races
Are ye comin doon?

Tractor pullin, bands sing sangs
Auld motors in a row
A talent show, a fair, a dunce
Aa at the New Deer Show!

Noo the time is hairstin time
It's a busy time o year!
There's the combine, an the bailer
An ither funcy gear
O aa the hairsts in Scotland
The best aene's in New Deer!

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 "New Deer" Rhymes

If ye canna ate ye canna work,
If ye canna work ye canna wear,
If ye canna wear ye canna shear,
So shear, wear, work and ate,
And that’s the wye tae’ mak ye great.

If ye brak yer beens ye canna waak
If ye canna waak, ye canna gan tae skweel
If ye canna gan tae skweel, ye canna get a degree
So waak, skweel, degree
And that’s the wye tae be free
(by Ella-Rose, Connor and Ruby)

Gi’es my breeks and my jacket, my westcoat and my hose;
And that mak’s a mannie fit for his brose.

Gies my kilt and my bag pipes, my westcoat and my sheen
And that maks a piper fit for Chairlie and his Queen
(by Ella-Rose, Connor and Ruby)

Me and my Grannie, and a great lot mair,
Kicket up a row gaun hame fae the fair;
By cam the watchman and cried, Wha’s there?
Me and my Grannie, and a great lot mair.

Me and my Grannie went to the zoo
And then we saw a right auld coo
Then we wunnered fit next to do
So we went awa hame to fill oor mou
We went outside and saw a puddock wi a big shoe

I widna hae a baker ava, ‘va, ‘va,
I widna hae a baker ava, ‘va, ‘va
For he sits and he cracks
And he burns a his babs
And I widna hae a baker ava, ‘va, ‘va.

I widna hae a fisherman ava va va
I widna hae a fisherman ava va va
For he’s a bowfin moustache
Has a yokey rash
He guffs o fash
He’s got nae cash
And I widnae hae a fisherman ava va va

Charlie Chat, he milk’d the cat, and Dorothy made the cheese;
And feathery breeks sat at the door, and ca’ed awa the flees.

Sheltie Shoo picked a feather aff a coo
And selt it to Beltie Boo
Who has a coo named Sue
Hunky Chunky did a moo
And then he bought a shoe
The shoe said boo
So Sheltie Shoo is tired noo

Guid faith! I’m sure your pans will sell,
For brose at ilka toon;
Jist swing them on yer back my lad,
And hawk them roon’ and roon’.

Good luck, to all people who go an hawk
You’ll be the best o’ them aa!
Just ging an get ur matirials
Ging an hurl, roon the toon

Come chise me oot, come chise me in,
Come chise me for a rabbit skin;
Come chise me east, come chise me west,
And give me the very one I love best.

You can chase me here syne chase me ere
Come chase me for a teddy bear
Come chase me roon an roond
For o them aa you are the best loon
(by Hamish, Lia and Jessica)

Here’s John Henderson dwells in the moss of Savock,
He’s nae breid in his hoose, nor meal in his pock;
His bairns are a’ barfit, and his wife wints sheen,
An gin ye fin him, gentlemen, ye’ll never be forgien.
(This rhyme has a story behind it! It was written in 1830 by a man called John Henderson who had broken the law. In the poem he gives reasons why he shouldn’t be put in jail.)

Micky Buchan pinched a car
To gang to jile he must gang far
His mither and faither are gye sad
He mibye shoodna hiv bin so bad
(by Angelica, Alivia and Sienna)

Up to the knees amon’ dubs and clay,
Up to the knees amin water,
Altho’ I’m only a darger chiel,
I’ll mairry my maister’s daughter.

A Riddle
Wee curlie tailie, snochterin snoot
Flappin luggies
Rowin in the dubs
Humshin meal oot the tubs
(a pig) (by Madison, Skye and Koen)

A Riddle
Foure redrootrees, foure upstanders,
Twa lookie-oots, twa crookit boots
Twa leatherin’ cloots, and a waggie?
(a cow)

Up to the knees in cald fite snaa
Up to the knees in ice
Altho I’m only shovilin snaa
I wid like to bide somewye nice
(by Angelica, Alivia and Sienna)

Hopefully some illustrations of both these rhymes from the P6/7s