Cockileerie Law ©
I wrote this poem with help from my Grandfather. It was 10 years after WW2 ended.
Written in a Fife dialect, my grandfather used to write poetry and sold it in the street at a penny a sheet.
I thank him for all he taught me.
John Bearcat-Redmond
Fife, Scotland
1955
Pair wee thing, am shair ye mon bi cauld
Tak im oon yer knee ain row him in a shawl
Pit ham tae his cradil bed ain sing him esshy baa
Ain bantam cocks wull wake im up wi cockileerie law
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