Scottish Poetry Selection
- Dear Wee Rogie Pogie
It may be trying at times, but every parent takes delight in having a "rogie pogie" (rascal) offspring! Poet Charles Nicol is no exception.
Dear Wee Rogie Pogie
Dear wee rogie pogie
Rinnin' thro' the flair,
Sweet wee rogie pogie,
The best o' bairns I'm shair;
Canna rest a meenit,
It's past a' belief,
Oh, dear me, whit's this noo?
Always in mischief.Dear wee rogie pogie,
Keeps me in a biz,
Sweet wee rogie pogie,
Whaur think ye she wis?
Up upon the rack there,
Bringin' doon a plate;
Then she cries, "Oh, mamma,
Will o'o let me dae't?"Dear wee rogie pogie,
There she goes again,
Oh, the rogie pogie
Keeps me aye in pain.
Noo she hears her daddy
Comin' up the stair,
Noo she rins tae meet him,
It bates a', I declare!Dear wee rogie pogie,
My ain bonnie doo,
Sweet wee rogie pogie,
There she's sleepin' noo;
Fair tired oot wi' playin'
A' the lee-lang day,
"Queenie" is a treasure,
Prood am I to say.
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?
