Winter Games

Parkinson, Kayleigh

We've a widden fleer
In the kitchen
I pit ma feet intae scarves
An skyte them on the fleer.
Up an doon
Up an Doon.

In the winter,
We sledge in the parks ootside.
Fin we get weet wi snaa
We ging in an dry wirsels,
Bi the log-burnin fire.

We bigg a snaaman
In the gairden
Wi coal fur een
An a stick fur a snoot!