Netherton's Grieve (Scots) 1919

The grieve cam back tae Netherton, slaw fittit Lauchter hid deed in him his wife jeloused Altho he cairriet on his daily warssles Whyles, at the slichtest thing, Jock Thamson roosed. His bairns still hottered roon him for a bosie (Thon spirk o faither-feelin wisna smored) He wadna spikk o Flanders or the fechtin Bit, in the byre, alane, he stood an roared At shaddas nane aroon could catch a glisk o The anely breet aboot the place he lued Wis Sodjer, the ex-airmy shelt he plooed wi Auld Sodjer, wi his hin hoch scarred an booed. They'd plytered ben the dubs o Hell thegither In different battlefields, bit baith coored aa Fin Nichtmares clawed his craig, oot tae the stable Jock slippit aff tae bide in Sodjer's staa The wife, the bairns, the fermer'd read the papers In prent it lookit coorse. Fit wid they ken? Nane bit the shelt an him had seen the horrors The hairst bi shell an gas, o leevin men