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Poems From The Night
Div ye mind Ewan MacDonald
An' those soft-soled shoes 'e wore?
Ye nivir knew at he wis near
Till 'e was glowrin at e door.
Boot on Fridays we could hear um!
'E wis dressed till meet his date.
E leather-soled shoes 'e wore then
Could be heard fie e school gate.
Oul ' thuderguts we ca'ed um.
If e knew e nivir said.
We didna lek his teachin' then
But now we're a richt gled |
Another One
Div he mind e sausage roll van,
It Cayme till e school at break.
It eye wis a richt skuffle -
Some fowk choost couldna wait.
An Ingles e art teechur
hung roon e staff room door,
Till e collared a likely cheel
Till im roll an Mars Bars an more...
Sanny Bruce e chanitur
Wis aye in charge o' milk.
E opened all e bottles
Wis 'is thumb - up till e hilt.
We all wnet hom for denner,
Unless ye wis a choochter.
At meant school meals or strool doon toon
An a fag - if ye had a lichter. |
