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Lyrics composed in Scots
Doric by John Henderson on the 1st of December, 2009,
to Bob Hillard's music for the song,
'Bouquet of Roses'.
'Twull seen be Yeel, an time fur celebratin
....
A bairn's
birth tae Mary an her man;
Bit fan Joe lernt the King wis agitatin,
He kenned weel thit they wid hiv tae gang;
Fooe'er, afore they traivell'd, three
wyce-chiels in caip an goon
Cam by an bid, "Haud-oan pleese, we've wee
praisents fur the loon."
Sae they gied Him gowd an aa fit anse
they'd cairrit,
Syne ilk rade...aff tae thur mither-lan.
The lad grow'd up in
youth a mite precocious;
Caa'd by freens, "Oor Jesus Son o' Gweed."
His parables makt mony Jews suspicious,
An they nae .... jist wissed Him ull bit
deed.
The Romans
they were nervish, Pontius Pilate fear'd the wirst,
Sae speir'd Him gif the 'Kingship O' the
Jews' wis fit He wiss'd.
Fan gleg Jesus wisna tricked he waash'd his
hans o't .....
The
crood screed, "Spull thon Messiah's bleed!"
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Translation into English
[not in verse]
It will soon be Christmas and time for
celebrating
A
baby's birth to Mary and her husband
But when Joseph learned that the King was
agitating
He knew
well that they would have to go
However, before they travelled, three wise
men in cap and gown
Came to visit and asked, " Wait please,
we've presents for the boy."
So they gave him gold and all else they'd
carried
Then each
rode off to their own homeland.
The lad grew up in youth
a little precocious
Called by friends, "Our Jesus Son of God."
His parables made many Jews suspicious
And they didn't just wish Him ill, but dead
The Romans they were nervous, Pontius
Pilate feared the worst
So asked Him if the 'Kingship Of the Jews'
was what He wished
When clever Jesus wasn't tricked he washed
his hands of it
The crowd cried out loudly, "Spill that Messiah's blood!" |
