Brothers

Feart Wee Scots laddies and lassies 'n' thur bed on a cauld windy nicht scared wae aw the noise 'n' the windaes rattlin 'n ' the earie shadows of swayin trees 'n' a' thae figments ae the wee wans triyn tae get the best bit in the bed wae thur sisters or brithers

Billy, wull ye tell us a story aboot thae indians that wid scalp ye, said oor Jock, lyin in the midfle o Brother Billy oan wan side o' the double bedcwae its short singel shhets magin it cauld fur the wans oan the ootside spots

Aye says. Billy, bit fur you tea tae hear it a need tae be sleepin in the midfle sae thstcwr dinnae hae faitjir comin upbtae us wae the noise ohbthe Indians whooppin

And so it went wae Jock eventually awakening in the middle oh the cauld nicht wae nae blankets

Aye Roy Eidgers n Trigfer his hoarse wiz the thingvyhat pit Jock tae sleep

From Dad