John had the skelf, then his brother turns up, sees the attention John is getting from mother and says ‘My finger is sore too.’ The mother sees there is nothing wrong with it, but gives the younger brother a bandage on his finger too.
Your finger sair ana’? Ye rogue,
(Your finger hurts too? You rogue,)
You’re only lettin’ on.
(There is nothing wrong with it,)
Weel, weel, then - see noo, there ye are,
(Aww bless, let me see what I can do,)
Row’d up the same as John!
(There, it’s wrapped in a handkerchief, just like your brother Johns.)[/quote]
Ah, right, that’s the bit that threw me. Didn’t realize the last stanza was addressed to a different person. I wondered if it was some grim Scottish tale about someone getting a splinter in their finger and it going septic and them ending up in a winding cloth or something. Thanks for clearing that up.
Now, onto coder’s finger and USB footpedals and the like. Don’t suppose you’ve any tips on that?[/quote]
Sorry no. Just the poetry appreciation.