Showing posts with label The Scots Language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Scots Language. Show all posts

Friday, May 23, 2014

The Language Of Scots.


 

Some books translated

The most recent census showed that 1.5 million Scots consider themselves to be native Scots speakers. I have no idea whether I am a Scots speaker or not.

As a language I can understand it but I remember getting slapped for talking it. It was considered to be seen to be ‘uneducated’ to speak it and my mother thought I might get on in life better if I spoke properly. And that is unfair on a beautiful language that is really our native tongue.  The problem is that ( and I might get into a lot of trouble for saying this )  is has never really been defined as a separate language. It’s just the way we talk.
                                          
                                                           The distribution of Scots


It’s more of a rainbow of language from one extreme (the Queen’s English) to the other (broad Scots).  Scots can be difficult to tune into if you are not used to it but most readers make the effort with Shakespeare.

                                                           
                                                       he's trying to read The Sleekit Mr Tod

I’ve just had my copy edit back for book five and there are the usual queries over words, Scots words, that I use everyday that my editor has politely queried. If I correct them it makes the book sound very  unScottish, yet it has to be understood. It has to pass the Bratislavian Airport test as a previous editor put it. The text must be understood by a …. Yeah you get the picture.

So the words Dwaddle  (a very slow waddle usually by somebody in a dwam )
Dwam  - a persistent dreaminess not paying attention  for a long period of time.
Rummell – No one English word  describes it  - a good rifle through, a haphazard search. What woman do                     in TK Maxx. Or any sales…
                               
                                                               A richt guid rummel

The aforementioned census showed that 64% of us Scots don’t consider it a separate language, and those that use it  were most likely not to see it as a separate language . Which makes perfect sense ..
I’ve read that Scots and English have the same relationship as Danish and Norwegian. Scots might be more related to German.

If I came across a wee toad in the garden, I would call it a puddock. And that is Scots but if I said  of some guy so drunk he was fair wabblin…. You would think that was just a lazy way of saying wobbling.  But if I said he was fair blootered.
                                  
                                      
                                                          There is nothing worn under the kilt
                                                           it's all in perfect working order

Weirdly a cupboard in Scot is a press.

There are some words that have no English translation…
Shilpit ;  that very thin, pale fragility of a person. I’ve heard it used for sick folk, supermodels and anorexics.
Sleekit ; like a fox or a sneaky wee person..’don’t trust her she’s dead sleekit’
Coorie  in :  a very particular form of cuddle, puppies coorie in,  people coorie in a bus shelter when heavy rain starts.
Spirlie ;  a wee skinny person, comes from spirl which is a wee twigletly, seedling type of thing…
Doit  or  numpty ;  Not a daft person but a clever person having a daft moment…. ‘I went upstairs to get something then forgot what it was, I was fair doity.’
Gowp ;  a pulsating pain…. ‘My knee is gowpin !’
Breinge ;  to go at something with no finesse what so ever.
Stour ;  plastery, dusty, ‘somebody open the windows in here’ ness
              
                                            
                                               
                                                       Fair Shilpit

This is a quote I found   
 ‘The survey concluded that there simply wasn't enough linguistic self-awareness amongst the Scottish populace, with people still thinking of themselves as speaking badly pronounced, grammatically inferior English rather than Scots, for an accurate census to be taken’

                                          
                                                             Hugh Himsel

In the early twentieth century a resurgence of Scots occurred as an art form.  At school we had to study this  in the form of  A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle by Hugh MacDiarmid  which was written in  1926 and has been reworked by Liz Lochead and Denise Mina amongst others. Here is a wee taster ...

I amna fou' sae muckle as tired - deid dune.
It's gey and hard wark coupin' gless for gless
Wi' Cruivie and Gilsanquhar and the like,
And I'm no' juist as bauld as aince I wes.

The elbuck fankles in the coorse o time,
The sheckle's no sae souple, and the thrapple
Grows deef and dour: nae langer up and doun
Gleg as a squirrel speils the Adam's apple.
               

Eith Innit?


Caro Ramsay  23/05/2014

Friday, May 16, 2014

A Scots Poem










If you look up the Scots language on Wikipeadia it says it not be be confused with Scottish English or Scottish Gaelic.  Or Doric I would add. That  is another tongue found up near Aberdeenshire. They call all men 'Dod' up there for some reason...esp if they are called George.

Anyway  all this will be the subject of another blog  because the  subject  of this one is a  woman called Betty MacKellar who  is an award winning  poet and one of those writers who has lyricism dripping  from her lips - or out of her pen. She is one very talented lady.

Betty is from Edinburgh originally but grew up in Selkirk then she saw sense and married a west coast  man – a sheep farmer whose family still own land up and around Murshiel and Lochwinnoch. The hills of the area are steeped in legends and history so she doesn’t look much beyond her front door for inspiration for her poetry.


 She started writing poetry when she retired from her job as a teacher in the local school.  And she hasn’t looked back.

There are many clips of her on You Tube, reading out her own stuff as she has one of those beautiful voices that ....well she sounds the way milk chocolate would if it could talk. 

I have included one of her poems here, written in Scots. You can see that she uses the same language as Burns did and it has that same smooth gentle rolling cadence. It is quite difficult to sound angry  in Scots.

I'm sure you will understand it, just do an impression of Sean Connery as you read it out loud and it will come naturally enough.


I’ll vote No

Me?
wi the bluid o the Picts in my veins
an Scotland in my heart
vote No?
Aye, me!
An I’ll tell ye for why.

I hae a Union Jack gripped in the ae haun
an Scotland’s flag ticht in the tither
I’m like a mither wi twa bairns
looin them baith the same.
What’s this daftness
aboot brakin oor family in twa?

“Bide thegither”
I coonsel my bairns.
“that way ye’ll be strang.”

We belang in the same hoose.
Argie bargie wi yer brither gin ye please.
Brithers argue.
But hae it in yer mind ayeways
that his enemy’s your enemy
his freen yours an a’.
                                                   

Stick by that bulldog Sassenach
like the wee Scotch terrier that ye are.
Thegither we’ll snap
at thae fat cats that sup oor cream,
sink oor teeth in the beam ends
o real villains.
                                             
Scots, English – Brits,
we’re a’ Jock Thamson’s bairns
brithers unner the skin ower three hunner year.
When I was wee
I slept soonder
for bidin wi my brither an my sisters
unner the same roof.
Noo I’m auld
I’ll gae happier tae my rest
Kennin the family’s no pairtit.


Better thegither!


Betty MacKellar.

                            

Caro Ramsay    16th May 2014