Scottish Stories

Hello everyone! Today was a pretty uneventful day for me.  I went into Bridge of Allan for my IFSA Farewell lunch.  It was really nice (I had pretty low expectations, so when we actually got real food (instead of a sandwich) I was pretty impressed).  It was nice to just have lunch with everybody.  I'm really happy that my study abroad group is so small.  I can't imagine being in the Edinburgh group with 70 people.  I much prefer actually knowing everybody in my group.  After lunch, I came back and studied for my final before making dinner for my friends.  That was pretty much my day.  Tomorrow I have 2 classes and more studying for my final.  I'm sure it'll be a very productive day.

Tonight, I decided to look up some traditional Scottish folklore and stories.  Over the Isle of Skye trip, our tour guides told us all kinds of stories about the myths of Scotland.  So, me being curious, I found some good ones.  Scotland is known for it's folklore about giants, fairies and all kinds of other things.  It's kind of like our American nursery rhymes except they range from really light-hearted to kind of weird. I posted some of the more famous ones below.  I chose a variety, so please enjoy a little piece of Scotland. 

This is one of the most famous ones:  The Tale of the White Pet (also known as a sheep)

This is a tale from the West Highlands and a "White Pet" is a lamb brought up by hand. 

There was a farmer before now who had a White Pet, and when Christmas was drawing near, he thought that he would kill the White Pet. The White Pet heard that, and he thought he would run away; and that is what he did.

He had not gone far when a bull met him. Said the bull to him, "All hail! White Pet, where art thou going?" "I," said the White Pet, "am going to seek my fortune; they were going to kill me for Christmas, and I thought I had better run away." "It is better for me," said the bull, "to go with thee, for they were going to do the very 

same with me."

"I am willing," said the White Pet; "the larger the party the better the fun."

They went forward till they fell in with a dog.

"All hail! White Pet," said the dog. "All hail! thou dog." "Where art thou going?" said the dog.

"I am running away, for 1 heard that they were threatening to kill me for Christmas."

"They were going to do the very same to me," said the dog, "and I will go with you." "Come, then," said the White Pet.

They went then, till a cat joined them. "All hail! White Pet," said the cat "All hail! oh cat."
"Where art thou going?" said the cat. "I am going to seek my fortune," said the White Pet, "because they were going to kill me at Christmas."
"They were talking about killing me too," said the cat, "and I had better go with you."
"Come on then," said the White Pet.

Then they went forward till a cock met them. "All I hail! White Pet," said the cock. "All hail to thyself! oh cock," said the White Pet "Where," said the cock, "art thou going?" "I," said the White Pet, "am going away, for they were threatening my death at Christmas."

"They were going to kill me at the very same time," said the cock, "and I will go with you."
"Come, then," said the White Pet.

They went forward till they fell in with a goose. "All hail ! White Pet," said the goose. "All hail to thyself! oh goose," said the White Pet "Where art thou going?" said the goose.

"I," said the White Pet, "am running away, because they were going to kill me at Christmas."
"They were going to do that to me too," said the goose, "and I will go with you."

The party went forward till the night was drawing on them, and they saw a little light far away; and though far off, they were not long getting there. When they reached the house, they said to each other that they would look in at the window to see who was in the house, and they saw thieves counting money; and the White Pet said, "Let every one of us call his own call. I will call my own call; and letthe bull call his own call; let the dog call his own call; and the cat her own call; and the cock his own call; and the goose his own call." With that they gave out one shout—GAIRE!

When the thieves heard the shouting that was without, they thought the mischief was there; and they fled out, and they went to a wood that was near them. When the White Pet and his company saw that the house was empty, they went in and they got the money that the thieves had been counting, and they divided it amongst themselves; and then they thought that they would settle to rest. Said the White Pet, "Where wilt thou sleep to-night, oh bull?" "I will sleep," said the bull, "behind the door where I used" (to be). "Where wilt thou sleep thyself, White Pet?" "I will sleep," said the White Pet, "in the middle of the floor where I used" (to be). "Where wilt thou sleep, oh dog?" said the White Pet. "I will sleep beside the fire where I used" (to be), said the dog. "Where wilt thou sleep, oh cat?" "I will sleep," said the cat, "in the candle press, where I like to be." "Where wilt thou sleep, oh cock?" said the White Pet "I," said the cock, "will sleep on the rafters where I used" (to be). "Where wilt thou sleep, oh goose?" "I will sleep," said the goose, "on the midden (dung-heap), where I was accustomed to be."

They were not long settled to rest, when one of the thieves returned to look in to see if he could perceive if any one at all was in the house. All things were still, and he went on forward to the candlepress for a candle, that he might kindle to make him a light; but when he put his hand in the box the cat thrust her claws into his hand, but he took a candle with him, and he tried to light it. Then the dog got up, and he stuck his tail into a pot of water that was beside the fire; he shook his tail and put out the candle. Then the thief thought that the mischief was in the house, and he fled; but when he was passing the White Pet, he gave him a blow; before he got past the bull, he gave him a kick; and the cock began to crow; and when he went out, the goose began to belabour him with his wings about the shanks.

He went to the wood where his comrades were, as fast as was in his legs. They asked him how it had gone with him. "It went," said he, "but middling; when I went to the candle press, there was a man in it who thrust ten knives into my hand; and when I went to the fireside to light the candle, there was a big black man lying there, who was sprinkling water on it to put it out; and when I tried to go out, there was a big man in the middle of the floor, who gave me a shove; and another man behind the door who pushed me out; and there was a little brat on the loft calling out  CUIR-ANEES-AN-SHAW-AY-S-FONI-MI-HAYN.DA --Send him up here and I’ll do for him; and there was a shoemaker out on the midden, belabouring me about the shanks with his apron."

When the thieves heard that, they did not return to seek their lot of money; and the White Pet and his comrades got it to themselves; and it kept them peaceably as long as they lived.

This one is about Scottish fairies: The Laird o'Co'

IN the days of yore, the proprietors of Colzean, in Ayrshire, were known in that country by the title of Lairds o’ Co’, a name bestowed on Colzean from some co’s (or coves) in the rock underneath the castle.

One morning, a very little boy, carrying a small wooden can, addressed the laird near the castle gate, begging for a little ale for his mother, who was sick: the laird directed him to go to the butler and get his can filled; So away he went as ordered. The butler had a barrel of ale on tap but about half full, out of which he proceeded to fill the boy’s can; but, to his extreme surprise, he emptied the cask, and still the little can was not nearly full. The butler was unwilling to broach another barrel; but the little fellow insisted on the fulfillment of the laird’s order, and a reference was made to him by the butler, who stated the miraculously large capacity of the tiny can, and received instant orders to fill it if all the ale in the cellar would suffice. Obedient to this command, he broached another cask, but had scarcely drawn a drop, when the can was full, and the dwarf departed with expressions of gratitude.

Some years afterwards, the laird, being at the wars in Flanders, was taken prisoner, and for some reason or other (probably as a spy) condemned to die a felon’s death. The night prior to the day appointed for his execution, being confined in a dungeon strongly barricaded, the doors suddenly flew open, and the dwarf reappeared, saying—

"Laird o’ Co’,
Rise an’ go"—

a summons too welcome to require repetition.

On emerging from prison, the boy caused him to mount on his shoulders, and in a short time set him down at his own gate, on the very spot where they had first met, saying—

"Ae guid turn deserves anither—
Tak ye that for bein’ sac kind to my auld mither,"

and vanished.

If you want to read some more, here is the website I found these from. (http://www.electricscotland.com/kids/stories/)