Scottish Poetry Selection
- A Border Burn

A Border River The rounded hills of the Scottish Borders are carved by numerous rivers and streams which meander through the area, contibuting to the character of the land - and its people. This poem by J B Selkirk, sings the praises of these meandering burns (a burn is the Scots word for a stream). It is noticeable that, like the running water, the poem is not broken up in any way into verses but flows continuously from start to finish. Indeed, the middle section is somewhat breathless as it runs on without any full stops!

         A Border Burn

Ah, Tam! gie me a Border burn
   That canna rin without a turn,
And wi' its bonnie babble fills
   The glens amang oor native hills.
How men that ance have kend aboot it
   Can leeve their after lives withoot it,
I canna tell, for day and nicht
   It comes unca'd-for to my sicht.
I see 't this moment, plain as day,
   As it comes bickerin' owre the brae,
Atween the clumps o' purple heather,
   Glistenin' in the summer weather,
Syne divin in below the grun,
   Where, hidden frae the sicht and sun,
It gibbers like a deid man's ghost
   That clamours for the licht it's lost,
Till oot again the loupin' limmer
   Comes dancin doon through shine and shimmer
At headlang pace, till wi' a jaw
   It jumps the rocky waterfa',
And cuts sic cantrips in the air,
   The picture-pentin man's despair;
A rountree bus oot owre the tap o 't,
   A glassy pule to kep the lap o 't,
While on the brink the blue harebell
   Keeks owre to see its bonnie sel,
And sittin chirpin a its lane
   A water-waggy on a stane.
Ay, penter lad, thraw to the wund
   Your canvas, this is holy ground:
Wi' a its highest airt acheevin,
   The picter's deed, and this is leevin.

Meaning of unusual words:
bickerin owre the brae=moving quickly and noisily over the hill
loupin' limmer=leaping rascal
cantrips=frolic, witch's spell
rountree bus oot=rowan tree (mountain ash) pushing out
harebell=Scottish bluebell
water-waggy=wagtail (a variety of bird)

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