The cringe aboot the Scots language, o coorse.
I thought it was heading for extinction, like mullet haircuts or smallpox. Good riddance, was my view. It was a symptom of a less enlightened age. Modern life had overtaken it and rendered it obsolete. I am talking about the Scottish cringe. Was there ever a more ridiculous affliction?
This is the poem by Jackie Kay
Welcome Wee One
O ma darlin wee one
At last you are here in the wurld
And wi’ aa your wisdom
Your een bricht as the stars,
You’ve filled this hoose with licht,
Yer trusty wee haun, your globe o’ a heid,
My cherished yin, my hert’s ain!
O my darlin wee one
The hale wurld welcomes ye:
The mune glowes; the hearth wairms.
Let your life hae luck, health, charm,
Ye are my bonny blessed bairn,
My small miraculous gift.
I never kent luve like this.
Here is the Mumsnet discussion
Love to know what mum’s – especially those in Scotland – think of this poem. It is going into the Scottish Government’s new baby box of freebies for parents of newborns. Tempted to ask for alternative suggestions which truly capture the experience of having a baby.