Best Tatties Poems

Awa' oan the Firth of Forth, 
high oan the famous brig', 
a laboring lad toils tirelessly 
in the cauld and bitter wind.

Awa' aff the river shore, 
a braw lassie waits for him, 
scourin' and roastin' tatties 
in a bonny wee but and ben.

The carls would...

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She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them in a pan,
Mixes up her sage and onion and stuffs...

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Ode to Rabbie Burns.

. I was up before the dawn, 
still half asleep for sure. 
I struggled into wellies 
and headed for the moor. 

The heather smelt so fine, 
my Whisky tasted good 
as i put away the hip flask 
and walked towards the woods....

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When ah sairly look doon frae up oan high
Frae ma cloud warmed dookit in the azure sky
At aw the drunken bloated bletherums
Wha meet fur ma birthday's kilted getherums
Tae feast sae dearly oan neeps an' tatties
Wi' yon sonsie  puddin' we  aye cry haggis
Tae toast...

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A haggis,tatties and neeps
Cock-a-leckie soup
A vegetable 'haggis'
Drambuie truffles
Whiskey syllabub
One or two
drams !...

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He turned into a rooster, right there before my eyes
His arms became plump chicken wings, imagine my surprise
His chest puffed out and swelled with pride his back a feathered thatch
His scruffy brogues were cast aside, as he began to scratch.

He started pecking with his nose,...

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Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps;
Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps.

Bonnie Mary O' Argyle took a trip tae the Brig O' Doon,
She took a dook oaf the parapet, ended up nearly...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden,
Paying respects to those loyal men and wimen, the spirits of Culloden.
This...

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A story once told upon a time by an old man down a mine

On ar streets there were no heat , coal was ar warmth,
mam at the hot stove cooking up a pudding , the tatties on the go, the ones we grow  ,...

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Poor Blue. Written about a visit to the butchers with my mum, in Liverpool, when I was a child

Poor Blue

To butchers I went
With mother to spend
Some money on meat for the week
For two days a week 
My mother cooked meat,
Boiled tatties, with carrots and peas...

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ake me back to the 80s,
with top gun all the rage.
with me VHS and Betamax,
and Ceefax holiday page. 

Keith had is hand up Orville,
the Rubix cube was fun.
Samantha had her baps out,
on the third page of the sun.

body-popping was a passing phase,
perms had become the...

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Who actually is like us
The modern world you see today
Right before your eyes,
Who done this and who done that
Well you’re in for a wee surprise.

From the Bank of England to the Bank of France
Then we invented the BBC,
How the hell did we manage that
For a...

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Thank ye all fer coming te this feast
Many a fine lady accompanied by there beast
Enjoy your broth as a wee starter
Were joined together for friendship n banter

Followed by the ode to the haggis
Gentlemen give ya lasses a kiss
Neaps and tatties served with the meat
Veterans and...

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looking back to when I was a lad
They said times were hard, They said things were bad.
Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas
Coming back home with scratched grimy knees.
Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right
Removing the tops from morning till night.
You couldn't cut the tops...

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