Laddie, my lad

by Anfloga

Memories of Jamie. I'm not entirely sure why the Doctor would be talking to Jamie in Scots, especially lowland Scots considering that Jamie's a West-highlander, but it seems to work. Very roughly inspired by Violet Jacobs' poem 'The Howe o' the Mearns'. Not intended as slash; certainly nothing explicit. Short glossary of Scots dialect provided. First fic; please read and review.

1. Laddie

Laddie my lad, my Jamie lad,

Yer hairt is brave and true

You're a sodjer and a piper braw,

The best that e'er I knew,

But fae sun's first light on the heather knowes

'Til gloamin' shades the lea,

Laddie, Jamie laddie,

D'ye ever mind on me?

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Laddie my lad, it's oft I mind

On ye at close o' day,

An' how ye lived, an' how ye died,

Sae lang ago, sae far away,

I could be wi' ye in an instant,

But it's a' too well I ken

You wadnae even know me,

Gin I met you again.

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Laddie, my lad, it's far we've been

Through mony's the weary time,

And never twa knew each ither sae well

As I knew ye lang syne

But there's ane question haunts me still,

Until the day I dee,

Laddie, my Jamie Laddie,

D'ye ever mind on me?