The Fife Hills
When Falkland Hill pits on his cap,
The Howe o Fife will get a drap,
And when the Bishop [one of the hills] draws his cowl,
Luik oot for wind and weather foul!
(Traditional).
“Fin yon fite Mounth frae sna be clear, the day o doom is drawin near,” quo Grannie in an uncannie vyce. An sae I hid tae hear tell that the Fite Mounth wis Lochnagar, an that he aye cairriet a wee pucklie snaa at his bosie, an that if iver yon bosie tint its snaa the warld wid cam tae its eyn [“When that white mountain from snow be clear, the day of doom is drawing near,”said Grannie in an uncanny voice. And so I had to hear tell that the White Mounth was Lochnagar, and that he always carried a little bit of snow in his bosom, and if ever that bosom lost its snow the world would come to its end.] (Sheena Blackhall A Gey Dour Bitch in The Fower Quarters 2002).