COPSHAW COMMON RIDING 2015 By Sadie Johnston IT2
Copshaw Common Riding is now here, go outside and start to cheer,
Oh! What a wonderful time of year,
People chanting loud and clear,
Shouting "Jock" for Tub this year,
Hail, rain, sun or snow, out we all go,
Along the streets of Copshaw Holm,
With oor bikes we carry on,
Cutting the Sod for a snog,
Olive Tree is next too come,
Music playing on the drums,
Mare is where the Hawick yins gan,
Oor yins better though, as we have more fun,
Now its time for fun in the sun,
Relay races to be won,
In the square the Jed band plays,
Doing their speeches, they all pray,
In the pub its nearly the next day,
Now its time to go to bed,
Good night God Bless and see you next year.
GIT IN GIT OOT
Kippers, Sods & Barley Fadge by Mandy Carke
It's the Copshaw Common Ridings
July Two Ow One Five
We're gathered here to celebrate and go out for a ride
All on our yellow bi-cy-cles ,flags,ribbons all a flutter
I thought I'd like to share with you
about the Holm's great nutters.
The Trap's the place to ponder on the people who have made
The Holm the place it is today a happy carefree place
Anne at the helm with Mary's help they keep the locals watered
But oftentimes on Friday night well some of them get slaughtered.
First in it's Louis Viton - No -Its Greg from Langholm Street
Scarf flapping, Long shorts, golden legs, his hair done to a treat
However there is just one thing, about this I don't jest
Its mid December, freezing cold - where's your bloody vest
Next - 2 more Cuthberts Ryan and Gary to keep the Status Quo
Their boogying caused quite a stir and only Gary knows
That Frikking wrens are everywhere - not that I have one sighted
But then what would you half expect from a supporter of United.
Busting in is Barbara
Our answer to Monroe
The Bank's vivacious blond bombeshell - with Dave behind in toe
A small white wine and pint for Dave - how delicate and proper
Until the fourth one, raucous laughing - then we all take cover.
Jamie is our carpet man once gone he's now come home
With Val he hammers all day long while laying underfoam
He brings us tales from o'er the pond I've heard that it's the way
Its Steak and eggs - sunnyside up from the grand old US of A
The one and only fifty three week Tub is Peter Irving
Emotional when passing clips to Jock - now that's unnerving
But hand on heart this rotund digger brightens up our lives.
Just mention eggs and he and Fi will break into a jive.
So after Peewee we have Jock
The new incumbant Tub
His walling skills are legend'ry - he learnt them in the pub
His new year starts today but already we have a star
The only man in Newcastleton to have opened up a Spar.
As my wee poem is at an end I hope that you're smiling through
To Jock - Best of luck - and Carol - our heartfelt thoughts with you
To Kippers, Sods and Barley Fadge I raise to you my glass
And Barry keep your kit on - I don't want to see your ass