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Firstly, in
English, here's the story told in the doric lyrics of my song
'Nancy - Fit a Quine!'
Nancy
As the smartest of cars, she has run as fast as she has dared up
and down highways for a long time now. She's been such a
reliable limousine that I feel that she's my own little girl.
Her engine purrs with a gentle 'vrrum', just like most of her
type do. She's a Nissan, called Nancy, and she's my girl. She's
my beauty; my means of getting transported from and to my home.
As if controlled by a magic wand, when handled with a light
touch, she starts and wheels along merrily and never acts up.
She stands spiritedly at my front door ready to do anything I
ask of her. She's my fancy. She's wonderful. What a girl!
Nancy - Fit a Quine!
She rins as fest as she daurs, smertest o' caurs,
Up-doon causeys noo lang syne,
Sich a kerridge, aye siccar, she's ma quinie.
Her three-threids-an-a-thrum, sae douce-lik 'vrrum',
Jist lik maist o' her ain-kine,
She's a Nissan, caa'd Nancy, an' ma quinie.
She's ma bonnie, ma moyen,
Fa hurls frae an tae but-an-benie.
Licht tap o' haun, lik glamourie waun,
Sterts, gings sae canty, is nivver thrawn.
She stauns wi' sich gurr, i' ma frint-daur,
Redd kep wiss jist ony kinie.
She's ma fancy, she's winnerfu', fit a quine!
She rins as fest as she daurs, smertest o' caurs,
Up-doon causeys noo lang syne,
Sich a kerridge, aye siccar, she's ma quinie.
Her three-threids-an-a-thrum, sae douce-lik 'vrrum',
Jist lik maist o' her ain-kine,
She's a Nissan, caa'd Nancy, an' ma quinie.
She's ma bonnie, ma moyen,
Fa hurls frae an tae but-an-benie.
Licht tap o' haun, lik glamourie waun,
Sterts, gings sae canty, is nivver thrawn.
She stauns wi' sich gurr, i' ma frint-daur,
Redd kep wiss jist ony kinie.
She's ma fancy, she's winnerfu', fit a quine!
Sich, sich a quine!
Braw Nancy! Sae winnerfu'! Graun quine!
[Words composed by John on 7th April, 2005] |
