She was a canny wumman.
She hedna a gaw in Joseph at a’
But, wow, this seecund comin’!...
Narodbogonosets[10] are my folk tae,
But in a sma’ way nooadays—
A faitherly God wi’ a lang white beard,
Or painted Jesus in a haze
O’ blue and gowd, a gird aboot his heid
Or some sic thing. It’s been a sair come-doon,
And the trade’s nocht to what it was.