Trouble for gypsies in PItlochry
Oh, the scaldies call us tinker dirt and they sconce our bairns in school, But who cares what a scaldy says, for scaldy’s but a fool. They never hear the yorlin’s song, nor see the flax in bloom, For they’re aye cooped up in houses when the yellow’s on the broom.
READERS of travellers’ tales such as Betsy Whyte’s the Yellow on the Broom will be familiarwith the hardship and intolerance that Scotland ‘s gypsies have suffered. It’s easy to assume that those days are long gone. But for one gypsy family, it appears that little has changed.