Ceilidh in the Community – Alzheimer Scotland Resource Centre, Aberdeen

We started another community link today – “O is for Our Communities”.

 

P1C, P1M, and P4 visited Aberdeen’s  Alzheimer Scotland Resource Centre on King Street today, just 5 minutes walk away from school.

https://www.alzscot.org/services_and_support/search/1793_aberdeen_dementia_resource_centre_formerly_aberdeen_city_services

The children performed their songs, poems and dance from our annual ceilidh/Burns day celebrations, with our new friends joining in.

P1 performed the song “Aiken Drum,”

 

There came a man to oor toun,

To oor toun, to oor toun,

O a strange man came to oor toun,

And they called him Aiken Drum.

Chorus
And he played upon a ladle,

A ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

 

O his coat was made o’ the guid roast beef,

the guid roast beef, the guid roast beef,

O his coat was made o’ the guid roast beef,

and his name was Aiken Drum.

 

And his breeks were made o’ the haggis bags,

The haggis bags, the haggis bags,
And his breeks were made o’ the haggis bags,

And they called him Aiken Drum.

And his buttons made o’ the bawbee baps,

The bawbee baps, the bawbee baps,

O’ his buttons made o’ the bawbee baps,

and his name was Aiken Drum.

 

as well as the poem “I Dinna Like the Midge,” by Anne Forsyth.

 

I dinna like the midge at a’,

It mak’s ye scart, it mak’s ye claw.

I dinna like the midge.

The wicket waasp I dinna like,

Ye see it bizzin’ oot its byke.

I dinna like the waasp.

I dinna mind the skeppie bee,

It gies ye honey for yer tea.

I like the skeppie bee.

I kinna like the wyver tae,

It’s busy spinnin’ wabs a’ day.

I like the wyver tae.

 

 

 

P4 recited the poem “Shooer,” by Grainne Smith,

 

Hale watter runklin doon the lane,

Stair roddies stotttn aff the tar,

Branders hotterin, bubblin foo,

An ma soakit feet rinnin, rinnin tae get hame.

The roadie’s drin, risin steam.

Blin storm gies wye tae a sining singin sky.

A splashin splooterin draas ma een –

Starlins haein a dook in a reemin watter spoot.

 

 

and sang “Northern Lights of Aberdeen.”

The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I’ve been a wanderer all of my life
An many a sight I’ve seen
God speed the day when l’ m on my way
To my home in Aberdeen

When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad
My mother said to me
Come see the Northern Lights my boy
They’ re bright as they can be
She called them the heavenly dancers
Merry dancers in the sky
I’ll never forget, that wonderful sight
They made the heavens bright

Chorus

I’ve wandered in many far-off lands
And travelled many a mile
I’ve missed the folk I cherished most
The joy of a friendly smile
It warms up the heart of a wand’rer
The clasp of a welcoming hand
To greet me when, I return
Home to my native land

Chorus

Well done boys and girls, and thank you to the teachers Mrs Cooney, Mrs Murray and Miss Mainland, as well as the PSAs who helped today.

 

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