“Oh Mo Chreach!”
 “Oh Dear Me!”
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“Oh Mo Chreach!”
 “Oh Dear Me!”

Gun loch tharraing mi mo bhàta
‘Se làtha brèagha a bh’ann
Cha robh stoirm ann airson seachdain no dhà
Agus tha mi ag urnàigh nach tig droch-fhortan

Oh mo chreach tha e uabhasach gu-dearbh
Than a cion a’comhartaich
Mar gun robh cuideigin gan slacadh
Tha mi cinnteach gu bheil sinn dol a bhàsaich

Gu geatanan Hades shuibhail mi
A’ losgadh air gualan tèth
Ach thoiseach mi air tillidh
Tha na dotairan gam thairt airais

Tha mi cho sona a-mis
Air sgath’s chan eil mi marbh
Tha mi fortanach gu bheil mo cheann agam fhathast

To the loch I dragged my boat;
it was a beautiful day.
It hasn’t stormed for weeks on end
and I pray my luck won’t change.

Oh dear me, it’s terrible indeed!
the dogs are yelpin
like they’ve had a beltin.
A’m sure we’re gonna die!

To the gates of Hades I travelled,
burning on hot coals;
but I’ve started to rewind,
the doctors are bringing me back!

I’m so happy now
’cause I’m not dead.
I’m lucky that
I’ve got my head!

 
  Dan le (poem by):

J Russell

Dealbh le (drawn by):
School:
Date:		 J Russell
Lawthorn
Ayrshire
2008

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