Just wanted to post a copy of P3’s Scots Poem if anyone needs to use it to help learn their lines. Thanks Miss Edmund

 

Hey, daddy, wid yi get us a dug?
A big broon alsatian? Ur a wee white pug,

Ur a skinny wee terrier ur a big fat bull.
Aw, daddy. Get us a dug. Wull ye?

N whose dug’ll it be when it durties the flerr? and pees’n the carpet, and messes the sterr?

It’s me ur yur mammy’ll be taen fur a mug.
Away oot an play. Yur no needin a dug.

Bit, daddy! Thur gien thum away
doon therr at the RSPCA.

Yu’ll get wan fur nothing so ye wull.

Aw, daddy. Get us a dug. Wull ye?

Doon therr at the RSPCA!
Dae ye hink ah’ve goat nothing else tae dae

bit get you a dug that ah’ll huftae mind?
Yur no needin a dug. Ye urny blind!

Bit, daddy, thur rerr fur guardin the hoose
an thur better’n cats fur catchin a moose,

an wee Danny’s dug gies is barra a pull.
Aw, hey daddy. Get us a dug. Wull ye?

Dae ye hear im? Oan aboot dugs again?
Ah hink that yin’s goat dugsn the brain.

Ah know whit ye’ll get; a skiten the lug

if ah hear any merr aboot this daft dug.

Bit, daddy, it widnae be dear tae keep

N ah’d make it a basket fur it tae sleep
N ah’d take it fur runs away orr the hull.

Aw, daddy. Get us a dug. Wull ye?

Ah don’t hink thur’s ever been emdy like you.
Ye could wheedle the twist oot a flaming coarkscrew.

Noo get doon aff mah neck. Ah don’t want a hug.

Awright. That’s anuff. Ah’ll get ye a dug.

Aw, daddy! A dug! A dug!