Mother Tongue:
  Ulster Scots

Ah’m naw the poet

An’ it’s naw the key

…Why’d I ganch -------

When stars are sae wheecher!

For ae sowl’s his ain way tae be

Tae live

Tae fight

Tae lo’

An gie his heart lief

Tae be lowsed.





There’s a wheen ae miracles aboot us

But if you wish tae speir them a’ –

Ye shud be thankfae tae the Da An’ gie’m his pryde, aifter a’.





Nicholai Naumov               John Hamilton



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