1958

Willie Barclay's Jarl Squad:

• George Henry[Levi Cottage] (Future Jarl)
• Laurie Jamieson [Moarfield]
• Bertie Tulloch [North Brough]
• Robert John Henderson [Mursetter]

1958 Proclamation:

The Guizer Jarl hereby decrees that Guizers will report
at Burnside at 6.30 p.m. to receive their torches. Procession starts
at 7 p.m. Course southerly.

We regret that our longship will be unable to berth at
Cullivoe Pier because it is not yet in the bag which is still
waving in the breeze. We are not however wearing W.R.Y.
faces.

Those driving to the starting point are advised not to
brake, turn or loiter as only one type of machine is
permitted to operate here.

When our crew took on board water from Cullivoe scheme
they found insects, eels, and things we will not name.

Any flitman or other stevedore requiring refreshments
is advised to drink "Angus's" "gin sling."

Oh for the love of Pete watch out
For bailiffs who protect the trout.
That they have guts is cheering news
For those who ply the rod and line
And tink a stern attack and ruse
Will break Sell-a-firth - Camb line,
Destroying hovie net and otter
Carried at dead of night by Rover.

In order not to be mistaken for a country roadman no
guizers are permitted to smoke during the procession. If do
does "Dou'll" be batoned and put in the cooler.

Folk ask aboot the Sputnik scare
And what's the latest noo;
But the burning question seems to be
Will the grid trap wir sholmit coo.

The lobsters here are funny fish,
They are often out of reach;
They run around the whalerie Skerries
And sometimes up the beach

Aless, aless, wir Gibbie's dess
Wi da wind did tare;
There wis a Mansie Hedgehog sleepin soond,
I tink it wis upstair.

When our butcher left for Cullivoe
With a basin of tasty mi(n)ce
Little did he think
They would get buried in the ice.
Do not make a noise as you pass terrace, but ring a bell
peeling out Another person's errors.

Among this mob we have a driver,
He's on the road each day;
We hope he'll find another
As good as "Doris Day."

Wanderers with scars on their faces must think there are
more Morefields than Goldfields.
Doleing on rigging up galleys Just is fun.
Crofts lying idle are sometHing A'body aRe trying sLowly
to do somethIng about wE hope.
    Some people thInk that when they pull down a sMall
boat to get fish off a seine netter that Perhaps the boat iS
ready, but lO and behold they fiNd that dungaree jacket could
save the situation.
    We are not joking when we order no flowers as our ship
goes to her Valhalla; we hear they can run up heavy bills.
    Defacers of our Bill will be Raw-terred and carried off to Unst by one of our Vikings.

By order and uder the seal of the Guizer Jarl.

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