Leith Leith lovely Leith

Walking back to my car along Leith Links this efty, I was struck by the peace all around me.Young chaps playing Footer on yonder meadow (jumpers for goal posts).Young damsels in their pretty spring dresses giggling at a friends riske remark.
The gentle purring of the 2 stroke mowers as it hoes the bowling grass to green silken touch, ready for the old yins to puff on their pipes (rough shag) and debate the skills of Baxter and Law.
Then the peace is momentarily broken as the rustic chap on the mower calls to his friend, speaking in the local parlance and says "Danny this mower's fucked", and suddenly we are in Leith again.