Poetry

[Colin Bruce]

Just a little messy translation of Some Rabbie Burns.  If anyone's interested please let me know
your thoughts or corrections.  Or give it a go in another style of Jargon...

Tillicum Yaka Tillicum spos Kanaway

Tanas mitlite Tillicum delate Tillicum na
Kikwilie yaka latet, pe kanaway;
Klahowyam elite - nesika mosh yaka,
Klonas nesika klahowyam spos kanaway
Spos kanaway pe kanaway
Nesika mamook okoke mamook howkwutl pi kanaway
Tyee kiwa tala yaka chum,
Tillicum yaka pil chikamin spos kanaway

Keschie nesika mukamuka house mukamuk
Pe lolo spooh sil, pe kanaway?
Potlatch kapa pelton klaska laswah pe kapa cultus klaska lum chuck
Tillicum yaka Tillicum spos kanaway
Spos kanaway, pe kanaway
Klaska Hayas Potlatch, pe kanaway
Ikt delate Tillicum keschie delate klahowyam
Yaka tyee kapa tillicums spos kanaway

Nanitch pelton yaka nim tyee,
Saghalie yaka koolie pe nanitch pe kanaway
Keschie Takamonuk klaska mamook hwah yaka wawa
Yaka pelton spos kanaway
Spos kanaway, pe kanaway
Yaka chilchil capo pe kanaway
Tillicum, stoh yaka tomtom,
Yaka nanitch pe mamook heehee kapa kanaway

Tala yaka mamook lasajel tyee,
Pasayooks tyee, tanas tyee, pe kanaway
Keschie delate Tillicum yaka saghalie yaka skookum
Kloshe faith yaka mitlite spos okoke
Spos kanaway, pe kanaway
Klaska high mukamuk pe kanaway
Delate kumtuks pe youtl kapa silp makook,
Elip kapa kanaway

Alta nesika mamook pliay "Chahko!"
(Alkie chahko spos kanaway)
Kumtuks silp makook, kapa kanaway illahie
yaka tolo, pe kanaway
Spos kanaway, pe kanaway,
Okoke Tillicum kapa Tillicum, kapa kanaway illahie
Klaska aw spos kanaway


A Man's a Man for A' That

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The Man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A Man's a Man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that,
The honest Man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.

Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
The Man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.

A price can mak a belted knight,
A marquise, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest Man's aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that,
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brithers be for a' that.