Agnes Thomson is an Aiberdeen Quine in Ferryden.
Agnes has written several small books of verses and anecdotes of which 'A little bit of nonsense' is her most recent. She dedicated this book to her dear Friend Susan who sadly passed away some years ago.
All funds from the sale of this book were donated to a computer project devoted to returning the mentally ill back to the workplace.
This verse is dedicated to some of the many colourful characters which frequent the villages last remaining Public House - Esk Hotel.
The Esk has a barmaid called Susan,
She's a braw lass wi' quite a big bosom
Get awa fae yer desk,
Come ower tae the Esk
Ye'll find us a' there we're aye boozing
The owners are Wilma and Johnny
In their bar (though it's nae awfy bonnie)
They welcome a' creeds,
Fitiver the breeds,
And they feed ye without takin' money
There's Isaac oor resident scrappie,
Fin he's foo he is aye unco happy,
If he starts tae sing,
It's a sign they should ring,
Final orders on this little chappie.
There's Fachie, he aye gies it wellie,
He stands tall and sooks in his bellie,
He has a hard shell,
Bit his hert ye can tell,
Is safter than strawberry Jelly.
We've a woman that comes fae Newfoundland,
She talks a' the time o' her homeland,
She's called Eskimo Nell,
(Bit please dinna tell,
She micht knock us oot wi' her backhand)
There's Peter and Mel, they are coothie,
They mine younger days in the "Southie"
And of course there is Tam,
And Agnes that bam,
That plays ye a tune on her moothie.
Young and strong are oor three musketeers,
Scott has Gordon and John for his peers,
Bit fin they hit the toon,
It seems like full moon,
Gordon's singin' wid deafen yer ears.
Then there's Harry that bides up at Rossie,
He's bought a new truck bright an' glossie,
There's Margaret and Pete,
(She's got tiny feet)
And they baith run "The Arch" and "The Lochie"
There's DP and Wullie and Andy,
And sometimes we see Wilma's Mandy,
There's Alistair and Jill,
They bide up the hill,
And wee Craig drinks his lemonade and Brandy.
Our piper's named June, she's fae Lunan,
She blaws up thae pipes like a good an',
I ken there's lot mair,
But ma heids getting' sair,
"So jist one last wine here please Susan."
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