Gin a body meet a body
Flyin’ thro the air,
Gin a body hit a body,
Will it fly? And where?
Ilka impact has its measure
Ne’er a’ ane hae I
Yet a’ the lads they measure me,
Or, at least, they try.
Gin a body meet a body
Altogether free,
How they travel afterwards
We do not always see.
Ilka problem has its method
By analytics high;
For me, I ken na ane o’ them,
But what the waur am I?
by James Clerk Maxwell (1831-1879)
P.S. This poet is of course much better known as a physicist, but this is a nice little parody of Robert Burns’ Comin’ through the Rye in authentic Scots.
Follow @telescoper
In the Dark 