|
Products
Celtic Music
Flags, Flag Gifts
British Food
Armoury
Notecards
DVDs, Books
Clans, Organizations and Businesses: Contact us about
quantity discounts!
WebLog
Links
to other Sites we like!
|
|
Song Lyrics Index
|
|
|
Bonnie Wee Flowers of Dunblane
|
Tune: Carl Peterson
Lyrics: Irene Chapman
This song was written following the tragedy in Dunblane Scotland, on 13th March 1996, when a gunman entered Dunblane Primary School and opened fire on a kindergarten class.
This poem tells the story of one (fictional) boy who was kept home that day because of a cough.
|
Mammy, I canna find Iain
I went to his hoose and it's dark
He's no' at his Granny's, there's naebody home
I don't see him up at the park.
Ye'd better come back in the hoose, son,
You're just oot your bed - and don't nark
I don't want you oot in the damp night air
At least till ye're ower that bark
Mammy, whit wey are ye greeting
I'm greeting fair sair son it's true
A' for the weans that are wi' us nae mair
And I'm greetin' wi' sorrow for you.
She opened her arms and she closed him inside
As she told him the cause of her pain
His thin body stiffened, he swallowed and gulped
As it all spun aroon in his brain.
Is Iain in heaven? he said to the silence
Oh aye, son, the soft answer came
And Jesus right now will be tucking them in
The Bonnie Wee Flooers of Dunblane.
|
Glossary
bark: cough, bronchitis
fair sair:
nark: whine, complain
oot: out
weans: children
whit wey: why
|
Back to Song Index
|
