Dipper: 08 - The Fishin Weedow
Author(s): Dr James A Begg
Copyright holder(s): Dr James A Begg
In cooncil hoose an stately hame,
Or sittin by some meedow,
There sits a wumman aa her lane –
She's caad a Fishin Weedow!
Aiblins thochts rin throu her heid:
Were she no there wad he miss her?
An aft she sighs an rues the day
She got mairrit tae a Fisher!
The pairtin's lang for some dear wives;
Frae mid-Mairch till September;
For ithers 'tis damn-near aa their lives;
Frae Januar tae November!
- Wi juist a month, nae mair nor three,
Tae yoke their dear sweet-herts
Tae aa that wark aboot the hoose,
Afore the Season sterts!
But try's she micht tae get her wicht
(E'en doun on bendit knees)
Tae pent the room or sweep the lum:
- He'd raither tie some flees!
The ance they baith went doun the shops
Near took awa her braith:
Whit guid intent? He only went
Tae buy mair fishin graith!
For Fisher Wull the days staun still
Frae close tae stert o season;
But for his lass - sae quick they pass,
She's gey near tint her reason!
As Februar cauld gies wey tae Mairch,
For aa her inmaist wishin,
The puir-bit sowl gies wey ance mair –
An laes him tae the fishin!
She's left alane wi greitin wean,
An things that aye gae wrang,
Nae wunner gin he dawdles hame
His puir wife's aye sae thrang.
- 'Whaur hae ye been tae this time?
Ye're ower three oors late!
An whit h'ye brocht - juist as Ah thocht –
- Not a bluidy haet!'
Wull quails afore the stormy blast,
Wishin he'd ne'er been born;
But hauds his mooth, for t' tell the truth,
He's gaun again the morn!
Sae aff he goes despite it aa,
An this time fares sae weel,
That heids an tails o three-score troot
Are pokin oot his creel.
Fair prood is he, a sicht tae see -
- Great Chieftain o the Fishin Race –
Till his sullen dame gins he wins hame
Shuin pits him in his richtfu place!
'Caa these troots!' the wife decries,
As he tuims oot aa his winnins,
'If it wisnae for the wee rid spots
Ah'd sweir they're mair like minnons!
- An get them oot ma kitchen sink,
Ah cannae staun the smell;
An the sicht o bluid near maks me boke –
- Ye can gut the beasts yersel!'
Sic flytin wad drive mony a man
Tae forsweir rod an purn,
An niver mair tae ply his skill
On river, loch an burn.
But oor Wull's made o sterner stuff
An deif tae aa her cries,
There's no a nicht in Simmer yet
He's missed the evenin rise!
An mony is the back-en day,
Fishin Nith doun by Dumfries,
His puir-bit wife's got up at five,
An tellt tae mak his piece!
But tak tent, Wull, the day maun come,
It's mebbe no here yet,
When yer warld turns tapsalteery,
An the buit's on the ither fuit!
As I muse by the lowe o a winter fire,
An stare at the logs a-burnin,
It's nae juist on th'end o a heuk,
That I see the worm a-turnin!
For the Weedow's dochter nou is wed,
- A different generation -
Her heid stappt fou o buiks she's read
On Weemin's Liberation!
No for Her the late nicht meal,
Cooked wi tenderness an lovin,
If he's three oors late, he'll fin his plate's
Been fower oors in the oven!
- an the hinmaist thing her man micht dae
Gin he ettlt tae stey alive,
Wad be daur suggest that she get up
Tae mak his piece at five!
There's nae sic thing as fishin
Juist the wey her faither did:
He micht get oot - no whan the troot,
But whan Hersel, is in the tid!
He's lucky if she let's him loose
Mair'n twice in fower weeks;
It's weel seen in her hoose,
Wha's wha that weirs the breeks!
He's a dab haun wi a pent brush
Efter mony hard-wrocht oors,
An the grun he uised tae delve for worms
Is planted nou wi flouers!
Oot wi the lasses, awa at nicht-classes,
She laes him baby-sittin;
Whit's the uise o tyin flees -
- The puir sowl's taen up knittin!
Whit's mair, an deidly serious;
They say it's no a lee;
The jaud's juist bocht some wadin-buits,
An learnt tae cast a flee!
Sae fishers aa, whaure'er ye be,
Turn ower a brent new leaf,
An treat yer wife wi gentle care,
Afore ye come tae grief.
For if ye dinnae, shuir as fate,
Ye'll end up washin dishes,
Ilka time the burn's in spate,
An The Wife's oot catchin fishes!
soop the lum/sweep the chimney
greitin wean/crying child
tak tent/tak care
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