Scottish poemetry

footfootfoot · 06-30-2009, 08:52 PM

Who are our Scots? Maybe they can 'splain this poem which I grew up hearing and have just now seen the words to. I'm lost.

There aince was a very pawky duke,
Far kent for his joukery-pawkery,
Wha owned a hoose wi’ a gran’ outlook,
A gairden an’ a rockery.
Hech mon! The pawky duke!
Hoot ay! An’ a rockery!
For a bonnet laird wi’ a sma’ kailyaird
Is naethin’ but a mockery!

He dwalt far up a Heelant glen
Where the foamin’ flood an’ the crag is,
He dined each day on the usquebae
An’ he washed it doon wi’ haggis.
Hech mon! The pawky duke!
Hoot ay! An’ a haggis!
For that’s the way that the Heelanters dae
Whaur the foamin’ flood an’ the crag is!

He wore a sporran an’ a dirk,
An’ a beard like besom bristles,
He was an elder o’ the kirk
And he hated kists o’ whistles!
Hech mon! The pawky duke!
An’ doon on kists o’ whistles!
They’re a’ reid-heidit fowk up North
Wi’ beards like besom bristles!

His hair was reid as ony rose,
His legs was lang an’ bony,
He keepit a hoast an’ a rubbin’-post
An’ a buskit cockernony!
Hech mon! The pawky duke!
An’ a buskit cockernony!
Ye ne’er will ken true Heelantmen
Wha’ll own they hadna ony!

An’ if he met a Sassenach,
Attour in Caledonia,
He gart him lilt in a cotton kilt
Till he took an acute pneumonia!
Hech mon! The pawky duke!
An’ a Sassenach wi’ pneumonia!
He lat him feel that the Land o’ the Leal
‘S nae far frae Caledonia!

Then aye afore he socht his bed
He danced the Gillie Callum,
An’ wi’s Kilmarnock owre his neb
What evil could befall him!
Hech mon! The pawky duke!
What evil could befall him?
When he cast his buits an’ soopled his cuits
Wi’ a gude-gaun Gillie Callum!

But they brocht a joke, they did indeed,
Ae day for his eedification,
An’ they needed to trephine his heid
Sae he deed o’ the operation!
Hech mon! The pawky duke!
Wae’s me for the operation!
For weel I wot this typical Scot
Was a michty loss to the nation!

monster · 06-30-2009, 10:15 PM

Translation:

Eat A Dick, Jimmy

Urbane Guerrilla · 07-01-2009, 12:19 AM

Well, it lauds a Highlander... in the language of the Lowlands. And the language of the tall tale, to boot.

"Far kent for his joukery-pawkery" I would recast into "Well-known for his bedroom athletics."

He seems to have followed that Scottish church view that church organs -- "kists o' whustles" -- were too papish entirely. The history of the Church of Scotland is full of interesting little dramas. There was a preacher who was duly determined to celebrate according to the newest revision of the prayerbook -- and hollowed out a large Bible to hold a brace of pistols to back his argument. If I remember, the pistols came out at an appropriate juncture, but no parishioner actually got shot.

Looks like he's not sheltering his head under a copy of the Kilmarnock Standard, but under a Kilmarnock bonnet.

The alphabetized Scots Dictionary oughtta help.

footfootfoot · 07-01-2009, 09:28 PM

Thanks UG, I am working my way through the song.

Sundae · 07-01-2009, 09:34 PM

I wonder if joukery-pawkery is the root of our jiggery-pokery? Which can mean sexual exploits or simply crafty action.

Foot, PM Limey (transplanted) or Be-Bop (homegrown). They might miss this thread otherwise.

06-30-2009, 08:52 PM	#1
footfootfoot To shreds, you say? Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: in the house and on the street-how many, many feet we meet! Posts: 18,449	Scottish poemetry Who are our Scots? Maybe they can 'splain this poem which I grew up hearing and have just now seen the words to. I'm lost. There aince was a very pawky duke, Far kent for his joukery-pawkery, Wha owned a hoose wi’ a gran’ outlook, A gairden an’ a rockery. Hech mon! The pawky duke! Hoot ay! An’ a rockery! For a bonnet laird wi’ a sma’ kailyaird Is naethin’ but a mockery! He dwalt far up a Heelant glen Where the foamin’ flood an’ the crag is, He dined each day on the usquebae An’ he washed it doon wi’ haggis. Hech mon! The pawky duke! Hoot ay! An’ a haggis! For that’s the way that the Heelanters dae Whaur the foamin’ flood an’ the crag is! He wore a sporran an’ a dirk, An’ a beard like besom bristles, He was an elder o’ the kirk And he hated kists o’ whistles! Hech mon! The pawky duke! An’ doon on kists o’ whistles! They’re a’ reid-heidit fowk up North Wi’ beards like besom bristles! His hair was reid as ony rose, His legs was lang an’ bony, He keepit a hoast an’ a rubbin’-post An’ a buskit cockernony! Hech mon! The pawky duke! An’ a buskit cockernony! Ye ne’er will ken true Heelantmen Wha’ll own they hadna ony! An’ if he met a Sassenach, Attour in Caledonia, He gart him lilt in a cotton kilt Till he took an acute pneumonia! Hech mon! The pawky duke! An’ a Sassenach wi’ pneumonia! He lat him feel that the Land o’ the Leal ‘S nae far frae Caledonia! Then aye afore he socht his bed He danced the Gillie Callum, An’ wi’s Kilmarnock owre his neb What evil could befall him! Hech mon! The pawky duke! What evil could befall him? When he cast his buits an’ soopled his cuits Wi’ a gude-gaun Gillie Callum! But they brocht a joke, they did indeed, Ae day for his eedification, An’ they needed to trephine his heid Sae he deed o’ the operation! Hech mon! The pawky duke! Wae’s me for the operation! For weel I wot this typical Scot Was a michty loss to the nation! __________________ The internet is a hateful stew of vomit you can never take completely seriously. - Her Fobs

06-30-2009, 10:15 PM	#2
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07-01-2009, 12:19 AM	#3
Urbane Guerrilla Person who doesn't update the user title Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Southern California Posts: 6,674	Well, it lauds a Highlander... in the language of the Lowlands. And the language of the tall tale, to boot. "Far kent for his joukery-pawkery" I would recast into "Well-known for his bedroom athletics." He seems to have followed that Scottish church view that church organs -- "kists o' whustles" -- were too papish entirely. The history of the Church of Scotland is full of interesting little dramas. There was a preacher who was duly determined to celebrate according to the newest revision of the prayerbook -- and hollowed out a large Bible to hold a brace of pistols to back his argument. If I remember, the pistols came out at an appropriate juncture, but no parishioner actually got shot. Looks like he's not sheltering his head under a copy of the Kilmarnock Standard, but under a Kilmarnock bonnet. The alphabetized Scots Dictionary oughtta help. __________________ Wanna stop school shootings? End Gun-Free Zones, of course. Last edited by Urbane Guerrilla; 07-01-2009 at 12:29 AM.

07-01-2009, 09:28 PM	#4
footfootfoot To shreds, you say? Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: in the house and on the street-how many, many feet we meet! Posts: 18,449	Thanks UG, I am working my way through the song. __________________ The internet is a hateful stew of vomit you can never take completely seriously. - Her Fobs

07-01-2009, 09:34 PM	#5
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	I wonder if joukery-pawkery is the root of our jiggery-pokery? Which can mean sexual exploits or simply crafty action. Foot, PM Limey (transplanted) or Be-Bop (homegrown). They might miss this thread otherwise. Last edited by Sundae; 07-01-2009 at 09:35 PM. Reason: of to or - big difference

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