{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/nes/nes26.htm","path":"neu/celt/nes/nes26.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/nes/nes26.htm","text":"The following were in use in Fraserburgh:--\n\"Eetum, peetum, penny pump,\n A\u2019 the laadies in a lump;\n Sax or saiven in a clew,\n A\u2019 made wi\u2019 candy glue.\"\n\"One, two, three, four,\n Tack a mell an ding \u2019im our.\"\n\"One, two, three, four, five, six, siven,\n A\u2019 that fisher dodds widna win t\u2019 haven.\"\n\"Eerinnges, oranges, two for a penny,\n A\u2019m a good scholar for coontin so many.\"\n\"Ink, pink,\n Penny, stink.\"\n\"Hetum, petum, penny pie,\n Pop a lorie, jinkie, jye.\n An, tan, toap,\n Stall ye oot by\n For a bonny penny pie.\"\n\"I saw a doo flee our the dam,\n Wi\u2019 silver wings an golden ban;\n She leukit cast, she leukit west,\n She leukit fahr t\u2019 light on best;\n She lightit on a bank o\u2019 san\u2019\n T\u2019 see the cocks o\u2019 Cumberlan\u2019.\n Fite puddin, black trout,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Ye're oot.\"\n\"As I geed up the brandy hill\n I met my father--he geed wull,\n He hid jewels, he hid rings,\n He'd a cat wi\u2019 ten tails,\n He'd a ship wi\u2019 saiven sails,\n He'd a haimmer dreeve nails.\n Up Jack, doon Tam,\n Blaw the bellows, aul\u2019 man.\"\n\"Mr. Smith's a very good man,\n He teaches his scholars noo an than,\n An fin he's deen, he tacks a dance\n Up t\u2019 London, doon t\u2019 France.\n He wears a green beaver wi\u2019 a snoot,\n Tarry cedle, ye're oot.\"\n\"Endy tendy, ticker a been,\n I sent a letter to the Queen,\n The Queen o\u2019 Jerusalem sent it t\u2019 me,\n Ocus, pocus, one, two, three.\"\n\"Eentie, teentie, tippenny bun,\n The cat geed oot to get some fun,\n To get some fun played on a drum\n Eentie, teentie, tippenny bun.\"\n\"Mr. Mundie, foo\u2019s yir wife\n 'Verra sick, an like t\u2019 die.'\n 'Can she eat ony butcher meat?'\n 'Yes; more than I can buy.\n Half a horse, half a coo,\n Half three-quarters o\u2019 a soo.\n She mak\u2019s her pottage very thin;\n A pound o\u2019 butter she puts in.'\n Fite puddin, black troot,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Ye're oot\".\nThe following flourished long ago in the parish of Tyrie:--\n\"Eetum, peetum, penny pie,\n Staan ye oot by.\"\n\"Eetum for peetum,\n The King cam t\u2019 meet him,\n And dang John Hamilton doon.\"\nPitsligo gives:--\nRathen gives:--\nThe following were in use in Portsoy:--\n\"Enerie, twaarie, tickerie, ten,\n Allabie, crackabie, ten, or eleevin,\n Pim, pam, musky dam,\n Queevrie, quaavrie, English man.\"\n\"Eerie, aarie, ackertie, ann,\n Feelicie, faalicie, mixin, John,\n Queevrie, quaavrie, Irish man,\n Stinklum, stanklum, buck.\"\n\"Eetum, peetum, penny pie,\n Cock-a-lorie, jinky jye,\n Staan ye oot by\n For a bonnie penny pie.\"\n\"As I geed up the aipple tree,\n A\u2019 the aipples stack t\u2019 me.\n Fite puddin, black trout,\n I choose you oot\n For a dirty dish clout.\"\nThe foregoing was in use when the number to be counted out was large.\n1n the following formula the syllable ca must be added to the end of each word:--\nKeith furnishes the following:--\n\"Eerie, airie, ackertie ann,\n Hunches, bunches, English man,\n Back oot, back in,\n Back throw the heelie pin.\n Peter cam t\u2019 oor door,\n Playin at the pipes,\n Cum a riddle, fizz oot.\"\n\"Anerie, twaarie, tickerie, ten,\n Bobsie, munsie, gentle men,\n Ting, tang, muskie dam,\n Feedlum, fan, twenty-one.\"\n\"Anery, twaaery, tickery seven,\n Halaby, clackaby, ten and eleven,\n Teish, tosh, maca bosh,\n Tid, taddle, tiddle, stink.\"\nBanff furnishes the following:--\n\"Eenitie, feenitie, ficer, ta\n Fae, el, del, domina,\n Irky, birky, story, rock,\n An, tan, toust.\"\n\"Eenitie, teenitie, tippinny bun,\n The cat geed oot to get some fun,\n She got some fun,\n She played the drum,\n Eenity, teenity, tippinny bun.\"\n\"Ease, ose, man's nose,\n A potty fon o\u2019 water brose.\"\n\"The moose ran up the clock,\n The clock struck one,\n Doon the moosie ran,\n Ickety, dickety, dog, dan.\"\n\"Ane, twa, three, four,\n Mary at the cottage door\n Eating cherries off a plate,\n Five, six, seven, eight.\"\n\"Eerie, aarie, ecertie, ann\n Bobs in vinegar I began\n Eat, at\n Moose, rat,\n I choose you oot for a pennie pie,\n Pur.\"\n\"Mr. Mungo, foo\u2019s yir wife?'\n 'Very sick an like t\u2019 die.'\n 'Can she eat any butcher meat?'\n 'Yes; more than I can buy. p. 174\n Half a sow,\n Half an ox, half a quarter of a cow;\n She likes her porridge very thin,\n A pound of butter she puts in.'\n I choose you oot\n For a penny pie, put,\"\n\"Fussle Beardie hid a coo\n Black an fite aboot the moo,\n Wizna that a dainty coo\n Belongt to Fussle Beardie.\"\n\"Fussle Beardie hid a horse;\n It hault the cairtie through the moss,\n Broke the cairtie, hangt the horse\n Wizna that a dainty horse\n Belongt t\u2019 Fussle Beardie.\"\n\"Rob Law's lum reeks\n Roon about the chimney-cheeks.\"\n\"Rise, Sally Walker, rise if you can,\n Rise, Sally Walker, an follow your gueedeman,\n Come, choose to the East,\n Come, choose to the West.\n Come, choose to the very one I love best.\"\n\"As I gaed up the brandy hill\n I met my father; he geed will.\n He'd jewels, he'd rings,\n Held mony fine things,\n He'd a cat wi\u2019 ten tails,\n He'd a ship w' saiven sails.\n Up Jack, down Tom,\n Blow the bellows, old man.\n Old man had a coat,\n He rowed aboot i\u2019 the ferry-boat;\n The ferry-boat's our dear,\n Ten poun\u2019 i\u2019 the year.\n I've a cherry, I've a chest,\n I've a bonny blue vest,\n I've a dog amo\u2019' the corn,\n Blawin\u2019 Willie Buck's horn.\n Willie Buck hiz a coo,\n Black an fite aboot the moo,\n It jumpit our the Brig o\u2019 Muck,\n An ran awa fae Willie Buck.\"\n\"Ees, aas, oos, ink,\n Peas, pottage, sma\u2019 drink,\n Twa an twa\u2019s a tippenny loaf,\n Twa an twa\u2019s it.\"\n\"Humble, humble, Mister Fumble,\n Three score an ten,\n Learn me to double a hundred\n Over an over again.\"\nBlack fish, fite troot,\n Eerie aarie, ye're oot.\"\n\"John Smith, a folla fine,\n Cam t\u2019 shoe a horse o\u2019 mine.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Shoe a horse,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Ca a nail,\n Ca a tacket in its tail.\n Black fish, fite troot,\n Eerie, aarie, ye're oot.\"\n Mr. Dunn's a very good man,\n He teaches scholars, now and than;\n And when he's done he takes a dance\n Up to London, down to France.\n He wears a bonnet wi\u2019 a green snoot\n Eerie, aarie, ye\u2019er oot.\"\n\"'Mr. Murdoch, how's your wife?'\n 'Very ill, and like to die.'\n 'Can she eat any meat?'\n 'Yes, as much as I can buy;\n She makes her porritch very thin,\n Pounds o\u2019 butter she puts in.'\n Black fish, fite troot,\n Eerie, aarie, ye're oot.\"","title":"Folk-lore of the North-East of Scotland: Chapter XXIII. Countings-Out","type":"page"}