HECTOR HOSIE & AULD BROON
By Simon Brown

This is a Cornkister
These are said to be songs sung while sitting on the corn kist or chest, often written to amuse.

Auld Broon's meeting with another well known Foggie character, Hector Hosie when they went on a drinking bash or spree - one of many.

By clicking on the speaker below, you can hear Auld Broon singing verse No.1 of this cornkister.  An MP3 player is required.  This recording is reproduced with kind permission of Gibson Ross of Ross Records, Turriff.
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Fur the sake o' ma health I took a wa'k one summer's day at dawn,
I met a man wi' a horse an' cairt on the road that I went on,
A friendly conversation passed between that man and me,
The day 'at A met wi' Hector and we both gaed on the spree.

 

5.

Now his harness it wis unca grey for it nivir sa' a clean,
The strae hung oot a' the collar and the saidle wis fairly deen,
It wis battered up wi rivets and tied wi baler twine ye see,
The day 'at A met wi' Hector and we both went on the spree.
 

2. Says he look man jump onto the cairt, it'll tak ye aff'a the road,
The horse'll pul the two o' us an' it'll no be heavy load,
He then produced a bottle and we drank most cheerily,
The day 'at A met wi' Hector and we both gaed on the spree.
 

 

6. Now as we came doon through Netherdale an' intae Foggie toon,
The folk a' stood an' gaped at us an' looked us up an' doon,
But the horse he stopped at the New Inn door, he'd bin there afore ye see,
The day 'at A met wi' Hector and we both went on the spree.
3. Says I look man your horse is tired, it must be very old,
It must be 5 and 30 years since that poor beast was foaled,
It used tae pul the hearse away back in the year a' 43,
The day 'at A met wi' Hector and we both went on the spree.

 

7. Now Hector's horsey it is dead an' the cairt has gone to scrap,
But Hector he's a' mechanised an' he disna' care a rap,
But wi'll no forget the happy days o' the horse an' cairt ye see,
An' A'll meet again wi Hector and we'll both go on the spree.

 

4. Now his cairt it wis unca shaky but it wis made a' the best a' wood,
Fur it had been in action since the time a' Noah's flood,
He seldom greased he's aixles but one year oot a' three,
The day 'at A met wi' Hector and we both went on the spree.
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Copyright Mrs E Henderson 2004
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