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 for a similar theme as they were recently back at school after a long hot summer holiday!

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.

Those in the class that live on farms told us they did a lot of farm work during the summer holidays - so we thought that deserved another new rhyme:

Bi Strichen there's a heap o fairms
An even though we're bairns,
Ther'es sa'ain, plooin, spreadin muck
I hae nae time, it's jist bad luck
But fan it comes tae hairstin time
I get a hurlie in the muckle combine!

Back tae skweel
Oor simmer time's been gweed an het
Bit six wiks isnae lang
Nae mair loupin aff the pier
Fur back tae skweel we'll gang
We'll miss lang oors doon by the Woodies
For the skweel bell's aariddy rang!

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 Strichen Rhymes

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

Bored Bob, he'd louped ower the tod, and Gill made him a cake
And the hally racket futret, chasted the rottan aroon the lake

by Orla and Niambh

What will my Grannie say when she comes hame the morn?
The broon coo's broken oot, an eaten a' the corn!

Fit will the Auld Mannie think fan he comes back fae the fairm?
The grumphy got muckit and went in the barn, then intae the fairm tae get some corn

By Zac, Aaron and Miyah

Ellon, Aiberdeen, Kininmonth, St Fergus
Syne we'll hae a lang far road
An that we'll ca me on my wyz
Crichie, Broch, Old Deen an Fishie
That's i places I pass
On the wye hame fae the fitba

by Ben, Richard and Logan

Auld Deer, New Deer, Strichen and the Broch
Syne we'll hae a straucht road
An that will gar me hough

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

Come follow me oot, Come follow me in
Come follow me for some coothie kittlens
Come follow me here, come follow me ere
And gie me the een i've been wanting tae share

by Emily, Eireann and Ellie

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 forgein

Here's William White-Grant
He wis jist a wee loon
He took his Lamborgini Tractor oot for a hurl
Awa he went barefit and shuved the front linkage
Attached tae a bucket tae cairry his wife

by Patrick William and Brodie

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

Shush wee bairn, dinna greet
Fan the bakers open the morn,
Ye'll get something sweet

by Maeve and Leah

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

Up tae my elbows amon' fish guts
The fash has an affa guff
Een day I'll bide in a palace in paris
Although the pay is rough

by Callum and Riley

My name is Queen Mary, my age is sixteen
My father's a farmer in Auld Aberdeen;
He's plenty of money to dress me sae braw,
But nae bonnie laddie wil take me awa!

One morning I rose and looked in my glass,
Said I to mysel', - What a handsome young lass;
Wi' my hands at my side I gave a guffaw, -
There's nae bonnie laddie will tak' me awa'

I am a sheltie, my name is Wee Mac
There's a guid lookin mare in anither park
I'm nae too scruffy, my een are bricht blue
I loe her sae much, she disna hae a clue

I am a mare, my name is Flo
There's a wee sheltie, his hair blows
I met him at a fence that blocks aff oor park
When I saw him, I felt a spark!

By Adele, Stefan and Neve