It's that time of year in Scottish schools. Heading towards Burn's Day, a lot of the children are learning Scots poems. Once learned never forgotten.These lessons are based on a Scots poem that I learned at school called "The Corbie".
A corbie sits at the tap o’ thon tree,
And he’s lookin doon wi his black black ee,
And hes crying oot wi a “Caw Caw Caw”
“If you try to sclimb up, You are sure tae fa”
My father says it'll no be lang,
Afore I’m big an supple and strang
An' i'll sclimb up an I'll no fall,