Doric (also known as Northeast Scots or Mid-northern Scots) refers to the dialects of Scots spoken in the northeast of Scotland especially around Aberdeen City and the County of Aberdeenshire.

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Doric Words beginning with the letter:
A	B	C	D	E	F	G	H	I
J	K	L	M	N	O	P	Q	R
S	T	U	V	W	X	Y	Z

Doric poem, Gin I was God by Charles Murray.

Doric

GIN I was God, sittin' up there abeen,

Weariet nae doot noo a' my darg was deen,

Deaved wi' the harps an' hymns oonendin' ringin',

Tired o' the flockin' angels hairse wi' singin',

To some clood-edge I'd daunder furth an', feth,

Look ower an' watch hoo things were gyaun aneth.

Syne, gin I saw hoo men I'd made mysel'

Had startit in to pooshan, sheet an' fell,

To reive an' rape, an' fairly mak' a hell

O' my braw birlin' Earth,--a hale week's wark--

I'd cast my coat again, rowe up my sark,

An' or they'd time to lench a second ark,

Tak' back my word an' sen' anither spate,

Droon oot the hale hypothec, dicht the sklate,

Own my mistak', an, aince I cleared the brod,

Start a'thing ower again, gin I was God.

Translation

IF I were God, sitting up there above,

Wearied no doubt, now all my work was done,

Deafened by the harps and hymns unending ringing,

Tired of the flocking angels hoarse with singing,

To some cloud edge I'd saunter forth and, faith,

Look over and watch how things were going beneath.

Then if I saw how men, I'd made myself

Had started out to poison, shoot and fell,

To steal and rape and fairly make a hell

Of my fine spinning Earth -- a whole week's work --

I'd drop my coat again, roll up my shirt,

And, ere they'd time to launch a second ark,

Take back my word and send another flood,

Drown out the whole shebang, wipe the slate,

Admit my mistake, and once I'd cleared the board,

Start everything over again, if I were God.

Read Doric Articles in the Aberdeen Press and Journal - DORIC