Findochty in 1933
Alex Sutherland,'Sid', (1881-1935), "The Bard of Findochty"

Printed in The Banffshire Advertiser, February, 2003.

  • As I woiuld take my pen in hand,
  • With all the powers that I command,
  • I feel my brain has limitations,
  • And can't expand to other nations,
  • To grasp their inner politics,
  • But this I know they're in a fix.
  • Cause and effect both go together,
  • When strong winds blow we've stormy weather,
  • Leave the effect but find the cause,
  • This correspnds with nature's laws,
  • Simply to come to the point,
  • This great vast world is out of joint.
  • Business in every branch's affected,
  • In trading we are all connected,
  • And Soviet Russia is at fault,
  • They say oor herring's are too salt,
  • And through their tariffs and their quarrels,
  • Leave us a lot of empty barrels.
  • Our fishing trade it is hard hit,
  • Our pride was once the herring net,
  • Now through the irony of fate,
  • Our fleet of boats are far in debt,
  • It is a serious handicap,
  • The Drifters to be sold for scrap.
  • And we can see that men are willing,
  • You try and earn an honest shilling,
  • Some at the roads some at the quarry,
  • Breaking stones wheeling a barrow,
  • On any job that can be found,
  • If only they can earn a pound.
  • The harbour's undergoing repair,
  • A squad of men are working there,
  • The pier head it was badly cracked,
  • Inside, with rubbish it was packed,
  • It seems they will not be content,
  • Until they have it, pure cement.
  • The sprool men they are trying the sea,
  • They land their fish on the East Quay.
  • Some days they maybe get a spot,
  • That seems to keep them on the hop,
  • From the Hattle, West of Craigenroan,
  • Their price is eighteen pence a stone.
  • Some tried the creels, I wonder why?
  • The lobsters, seemed to pass them by,
  • Fine new creels and one new bait,
  • To tempt the lobster to their fate,
  • What's the reason, it seems rare,
  • It's just because they aren't there.
  • Click to return to our Poets' corner
  • And so the creels are stowed away,
  • Because the game it wouldn't pay,
  • Another instance of the times,
  • We've baffled to describe the times,
  • And though the business we can handle,
  • The game it is not worth a candle.
  • And now about our education,
  • This busines has caused indignation,
  • The present strife is the school site,
  • At all events it is a fight,
  • And in this drama the chief actor,
  • You may be sure it is the factor.
  • Findochty mostly one and all,
  • Say up near the Masonic Hall,
  • The Factor wants it at Brae Flett,
  • Our towns folk think it's rather wet,
  • I trust that we will win the day,
  • The majority should have their say.
  • I've done my best the news to tell,
  • As scholars say in a nutshell,
  • But as a bard of low degree,
  • Not passed the Univesity,
  • Censure I praise shall go unheeded,
  • And you can judge if I've succeeded.