i the gairden's derk neuk

the lichts'r on

...snawdraps

in the garden's dark corner

the lights are on

...snowdrops

aw edges

an splairges o pent  -

efter the clippin

all edges

and splashes of paint  -

after the shearing

the auld pub

dung doun  -

they staun thair, mous fou o stoor

the old pub

demolished  -

they stand there, mouths full of dust

wund throuch the gairden  -

 coo-bells a wund-chimes...

a  kin o jazz

wind through the garden  -

cow-bells and wind-chimes...

a kind of jazz

snaw muin

spreidin

on the braes

snow moon

spreading

on the hills

 record shop shewn-up

...anely a bleckie

chirmin on a nearhaun tree

record shop shut-down

...only a blackbird

singing on a nearby tree

dug an me

tak wi  ilk ither

...his slavery tung

dog and I

greet each other

...his slobbery tongue