“Scotland Writers” – a new poem by Matthew Fitt
Scotland Writers 1st December 2012, Glesga Scots wha hae wi Wilson skited, Scots wham Weir got aw excited, Oan a pitch the froast had whited They played for their countrie. For the Hamilton Crescent Cup, A team fae England had come up Tae gie the Scotties' lugs a clup And teach humilitie. Tho the Scots hadna played afore, Ye wadna ken it fae the score - The gemme feenished twa goals tae four And Scotland bore the gree. The strikers skittered oan the ice, A Wilson spot kick, Keir Hind's slice McGregor banged the baw in twice - A famous victorie. Men that thocht they couldnae run Never dreamed they'd hae such fun At the West o Scotland Cricket Grun - A Grand Anniversarie. Makars, poets, booky folk, This Scotland team is no nae joke. It's awready cowped the English oak, Oor auldest enemie. Sae Germans, Swedes or Japanese, Israelis, Poles and Portuguese, We'll meet ye onywhere ye please And we wull gie it laldie.