A poem dated the 2nd August 1879 written by
Will Harrow, The Village Poet
(thanks to Connie Adamson for this)
Sirs, this has been an awfu’ summer
A soor an’ sulky sunless summer
The earth wi’ rain is fair confoondit
If this hauds on we’ll a’ be droondit
Fine weather this for snails and slugs
An’ swans, an’ geese and deuks frogs
An’ a that thrive in pools and bogs
But no sae guid for fowk and flees,
Emmocks, gowlocks, birds and bees
Shawin neeps, or makin’ hay
This summer, fegs is na child’s play
Nae wonder though fowk raise their bristles
When a’ things gaen to pigs and whistles
The sodden fields a’ soor an’ wet
The Tories rinnin’ intae debt
An a’ thing in a Tory muddle
Imperial, Beaconfieldism puddle