faddoms

Read and listen to the poem in Shetlandic Scottish below. Scroll down to read the modern English translation.

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/faddoms-by-Christie-Williamson-final.mp3

 

faddom du dis fur me
da lies o da feddir​​​
maunna makk​​​​
da sun stop burnin​​​

run oot o fingirs​​​
and du’ll wakk intae taes​​
wi’r aa riggit oot​​​
fur da biggest gaem​​​
du nivvir hed a chance in​​

we come ta lippin​​​
green girse​​​​
wi da shadoos​​​​
maddenin da brunt lugs​​

whit geengs doon​​​
maun come back up agien​​
but …

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