The Fish Gutter's Sang
29th July 2011
Haud the fishie bi the gills
Rug the knife alang its belly
Banes are staunin up like quills
Haud yer nose … It's awfa smelly
Dauds o fite, o green, o yalla
Yon's the guts the scurries swalla
Slivvery blobs like dauds o jeely
Aa come oot the fishie's belly
Hack its heid aff, an its tail
Guttin on throw snaw an hail
Cuts an cracks makk fingers reid
Satty clooties sype wi blind
Fa wad be a fisher quine
Guttin herrin frae the brine?