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A GLESGA WEAN....by Cathleen Sweeney
This was sent to me by Dot 21, thought it would be nice to be on here.
(Adamswell)

Ah wis born and bred in Glesca, Aye, Glesca is ma hame
Being brought up in a tenement made me a typical wean
We didnae hiv much money so ma mammy went oot tae work
An' when ah hid oan my Sunday claes ah dareny play in the durt

A didnae hiv very many toys like the weans a' hiv the day,
Ma pals were happy girls an, boys wi lots o' games tae play
We played at cowboys an, indians, we played at hide an seek
When we counted tae 100 nice and fast, an ye wirnae allowed ta peek

Then we'd tie some string through two tin cans and we'd put them oan oor feet
an stomp like something frae outer space right up and doon oor street
There wis doublers, ropes and kick the can, we played rounders roon the back
then we'd sit oan toap o' the midden tellin' ghost stories till it goat dark

We'd walk tae the pictures Matinee oan a Setterday afternoon
where a man came oot tae make us a' sing an wave hankies in time tae the tune
We booed an' cheered at the Westerns, the Three Stoogies made us a, laugh
Then came the cartoons - Mickey Mouse an, Popeye tae make up the hours an' a half

We ate toffee apples an' candy cakes and chewed oan liquorice sticks,
Soor plooms that pul't yir jaws right in, dry wafers - a penny for six
We read the Beano and Dandy Oor Wullie an' The Broons
We even hid back court concerts Tap dancin, tae popular tunes

In this rhyme Ah've tried tae turn back the clock tae aboot forty-odd years ago
Tae paint a picture o, whit life wis like for a wean in old Glasgow
When there wisnae a word like junkie an naebody that ah knew sniffed glue
To-day ah just cannae help thinkin, whit's happenin" tae Glesca weans noo?




Thoughts of Springburn Park
by Harry McCormack - harrymc

S is for the sunshine that filters through the trees
P is for the ponds that sparkle bright
R' s for rhododendrons swaying gently in the breeze
I is for the insects that ofttimes left a bite
N is for the noises made by many busy bees
G is for the games we played 'til night

B is for the birdsong bursting from the glades
U is undulating,the spread of nature's shades
R stands for recalling those splendid childhood days
N may just remind us of our naughty,carefree ways

P is simply past times,an age away back when
A is all the friends we knew,we really cherished them
R is for the romance,courting couples in the dark
K is for that kingdom we knew as
SPRINGBURN PARK

(For all of you who played,roamed and loved it there)



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Memories

Oh where is the Springburn that I used to know
Massey's, Cochrane's, Hoey's the Co
Oh where is the Springburn I loved as a boy
To roam its old streets brought me so much joy

Oh where is the Springburn that I knew so well
Razed to the ground it's so hard to tell
The Atlas, Cowlairs, Hydepark and others beside
Have they all gone the way of the yards on the Clyde?

The 5 o'clock horn the gates open wide
Along Springburn Road a thousand feet would stride
On Friday nights straight to Kay Street for a tub
Steaming hot water, carbolic soap and a scrub

Saturday half day the men had from work
And off to the football many would trek
Easy the Peasie the cry would go up
And back to Springburn came the Old Junior Cup

Mum and girls to the town would flock
Happy to visit shop after shop
Bags bulging but well content
Back to Springburn money spent

The Astor, the Kinema and the Princess too
On Saturday nights there was always a queue
From Monday to Saturday there was always a show
Have they all been replaced by the home video?

Chipshops and Tallies of them there were many
An ice cream poke cost just a penny
A plate of chips in Santis, my what a treat
A wee formica table and a hard wooden seat

Do you remember the tramcars to Springburn that did run
The conductress she was aye a bundle of fun
Just left school and you asked for a hauf
Full fare she yelled or else you'll be off!

Tenements standing row upon row
Home to them the railwaymen did go
Off with the dirty gear a wash in the sink
Down to the pub for a well earned drink

Red sandstone, tiled close and inside loo
There were always some folks better off than you
Stair windows washed every Friday
Closes pipeclayed for that was payday

On Saturday mornings to the minors we did go
A monitor sat at the end of each row
Keep quiet he shouted or else out the door
Batman and Robin you'see no more

Buckety Buck Buck, Hide and Seek
That's what we played week after week
Peeva for the girls, fitba for the boys
A childhood in Springburn was full of such joys

Springburn Park where we spent all our summers
Putting, fishing aye even picking some flowers
From morning to night we'd run and run
Do the kids today know how to have such fun?

To the Salvation Army in Wellfield Street
The Y.P. Sergeant Major the children would greet
The love of Jesus the Major did preach
And all across Springburn the message did reach

Oh where is the Springburn that I write about
Did it ever exist in my mind there is doubt
But no I am sure, as sure as can be
For these memories, yes these memories are precious to me.

(Kenny McNeilly/kenboy)


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Sweeties by Ann McGregor

A' am born and bred frae a wee Scottish toon
A remember the days when hauf a croon,
Could buy a wean mony a Lucky Bag
Whoppers an' Dainties an a Sweetie Fag,
Parma Violets wi' a taste o' their ain
Pokie Hats that widnae keep oot the rain,
Sookers,Soor Plooms an Gob Stoppers tae
Made yir mooth watter; nae wurds could ye say,
Yir cheeks a' clappit in, yer breath tain awa
As ye rummilt yir pockets fur a wee Sherbet Straw,
Floral Gums that tasted like floors
Fryin' Pan Lollies that lasted fur oors,
Jelly Babies, a' the heids bitten off
Aniseed Baws that made ye coff,
Midget Gems fur a' the wee folk
Bags o' Mixed Boilin's in a totty broon poke,
Sma' Cherry Lips that turned yir gob pink
ABC's, Mojos and an Ice Froze Drink,
Barley Sugar sticks that widna' sook din
An' mony a day ended up in the bin,
Jelly Beans, Jap Desserts an' Sherbit Dips
Love Hearts, Imps an' Cinamin Sticks,
Sugarolly Bars left soakin' in watter
Tasted sae guid; the shade didnae matter,
Chicklets, Spangles an' Jelly Joub Joubs
Dolly Mixtures, Blackjacks an' Smartie Tubes,
White Bon Bons aw dusted wi' icin'
Pink Rosbuds looked awfy inticin',
Highland Toffee wi' a photy o' a coo
Ye cupped yir hauns tae hauf it in two,
Flying Saucers that fizzed in yir mooth
Hame made Lemonade that sortid yir drooth,
Pink an' broon Smokers, yir teeth nearly broke
Got stuck in yir throat, it wisnae a joke,
Lolly Pops that lasted sae lang
Shoved in yir cheek as the School bell rang,
Liquorous Laces that streached roon an' roon
Acid Drops that made yir tears fa' doon,
Lucky Tatties wi' a trinket inside
Those wir the days we a' could abide.


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Thanks to Dot for sending this example.

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE KIDS
WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1920's, 30's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70’s!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a utility vehicle on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Wendy's, Subway.
Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy fruit tingles, fruit drops, Wilson's Toffees, Bubble Gum and some crackers to blow up frogs with.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and cubby houses and played in river beds with matchbox cars.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time.......no really!
And in December, there was only one festive holiday....... CHRISTMAS ...... and everyone wished each other MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And NOT.... HAPPY HOLIDAYS .....
Take it or leave it!

We were given BB guns and sling shots for our 10th birthdays,
We drank milk laced with Strontium 90 from cows that had eaten grass covered in nuclear fallout from the atomic testing at Maralinga in 1956.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!
RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT AND NOT DUE TO BLACKMAIL, CORRUPTION, THREATS AND GUILT FROM THE PAST..... Strange but true!
Our teachers used to belt us with big sticks and leather straps and bully's always ruled the playground at school.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
Our parents got married before they had children and didn't invent stupid names for their kids like "Kiora" and "Blade" and "Ridge" and "Vanilla"
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 70 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

HOW TO

DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU are one of them!

CONGRATULATIONS!


You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

THE SEVEN HILLS OF SPRINGBURN


BORN - BALGRAYHILL
SCHOOLED - PETERSHILL
WORKED - KEPPOCHILL
MARRIED - SPRINGBURN HILL
SICK - STOBHILL
DOMICILED - BARNHILL
RESTED - SIGHTHILL

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This wondeful poem was found by my sister in a loft not sure about the author?

Old Springburn – 50 Years On

Where is the Springburn of my childhood days
The backcourts, the warehouse, the children at play
Where are the stane dykes we jumped up and doon
The yirds and the peeries all whirlin aroon
Where’s Buckety Buck and kicking the can
Tie two doors together like lightnin’ you ran
Where are the boats that we rowed on the pond
And the ducks that we fed on the other beyond
Where is the steamie, the swimming pool too
Where you put on your cap as you stood in the queue
Where are the churches, about 14 in all
And the lantern slides in the wee mission hall
Where are the picture halls, then there was four
An’ the man wi a cap and gold braid at the door
Where you sat in the stalls wi a bay of soor plumes
And stamped wi your feet when the film broke doon
Where is the hill all covered in snow
That we sledged on ‘till darkness told us time to go
Where is the Avenue we ran up and doon
To jump on a traincer and journey to toon
Where is the wee shop your mammy went in
And they gave you a sweetie that ran doon your chin
Where is the Co-Op, you didnae need money
Just mark in the store book my – wisn’t the man funny
Where are the workmen in clouds black as flies
From Cowlairs, Hydepark and St Rollos at five
Where are the engines so tall and so proud
Going to a far off land as we watched in the crowd

Where are the single ends, the loo on the stair
Scrubbed clean ‘till it shone wi bleach on the flair
The wimmin wi pinnies crossed over tied at the back
If you dirtied their closes they gave you a whack

Where is the Balgray, the Low Road, the Lawn
The Boundary Bar, Quinns? Now all of them gone
Where are the shops all lit up at night
Wi windows tae look in, nae shutters in sight

So where is my Springburn, not much left at all
In the midst of my memories a big shopping mall
For the old homes were bludgeoned ‘till they fell apart
And the streets disappeared stabbed a pain in my heart
Now there are new things all happening around
New faces, new places, new children abound
They will all have their memories one day it’s true
But they ne’er can recall the Springburn I knew
Grace Mcneill?
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Quin's song


A couple of my pals worked in Quins Top Bar when we were in our early 20's in the 1970's and we used to frequent it the nights they were behind the bar for bumper measures of vodka and orange ! Extract from the MySongbook website. (Big Arturo)

Doon In The Wee Room
(Trad / Daniel McLaughlin)

Chorus:
Doon in the wee room underneath the stair
Everybody's happy and everybody's there
We're a' makin' merry, each in his chair
Doon in the wee room underneath the stair

When you're tired and weary and you're feeling blue
Don't give way tae sorrow, we'll tell you what to do
Just tak' a trip tae Springburn and find the Quin's Bar there
And go doon tae the wee room underneath the stair

The king went oot a-hunting, his fortune for tae seek
He missed his train at Partick and went missing for a week
Oh after days of searching, of sorrow and despair
They found him in the wee room underneath the stair

If your team has won the day and you want tae cheer
Take a trip tae Springburn and order up a beer
Hae yersel' a bevvy, gie yersel' a tear
Doon in the wee room underneath the stair

When I'm auld and feeble and my bones are gettin' set
Ah'll no get cross and grumpy like other people get
Ah'm savin' up ma bawbees tae buy a hurly chair
Tae tak' me tae the wee room underneath the stair


As sung by Ian Davison
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Springburn (Mar 1996)
Yer auld decrepit streets still tend
A tumble a pee-the-beds roon gable-end
Where scabby dug and boays befriend
And stoatin summers never end
Where drunks come steamin up the street
And wifies gabbing there dae meet
Their weans are screaming at their feet
The dinners on, they'll need tae beat
Big lassies shout 'Hey wee man there
Aye you, ya bam, the wan wae hair'
Big wummin gab aboot the Fair
And how their feet are awfy sair
And gangs a boys, they rove aboot
Up tae nae good, ye canny doot
They surely need their faithur's boot
That wid prob'ly sort them oot
The drains are minging aw aroon
But it's jist the same in every toon
The Cooncil says they'll fix it soon
We see them wance in a big blue moon
But still the weans are roon the backs
Wi bools in stanks and sticks in cracks
Playing games wi nicks and nacks
Found in the midden in mouldy sacks
My Springburn hame was first tae me
The safest place I'll ever be
The Cooncil knocked it doon I see
But here it stays in memory
J MCGOWAN
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Who Wants to Go To Kirkie Anyway?
26th July 1998
Proud Springburn Road, a canyon black
Your tenemental walls don't lack
A touch of human misery
A glimpse of how things used to be

I stood upon the bridgehead there
The seventies: big shoes and hair
The older world of dunny stairs
Side by side with tartan flares
Oblivious to coming things
The Corporation planners' whims
I played on Paddy Orrs, behind
The tall and solid sandstone hind

That soon would all be swept away
The Leckethill and fine Bedlay
The Mollinsburn, the Adamswell
And Ayr Street smashed away to hell
The streets that I first came to know
Just in time to see them go
Play in the street with runny tar
The smell of beer from Shevlane's bar

The Memel Toi, a stray dog's bark
The walk up Balgray to the park
These are the things that come to me
Through the frosted glass of memory
I know it wasn't good or nice
The drains were bad, with rats and mice
The Caley shut, and men laid off
And babies sick with whooping cough

The men they turned to drink and crime
To see them through the darkest time
The buildings fell into decay
The place was filthy, cold and grey
But even through the soot and grime
It seemed to be a better time
With Billy Connolly, party sevens
Tenements up to the heavens

Parties, fights and colour tellies
Where wid ye be withoot yer wellies?
Arses hanging out of trousers
Orange walks and rabble rousers
The seventies, before the storm
The older order was the norm
A hobbling man with rickets legs
A man with one leg sits and begs

The Kay Street steamie with the wives
A meeting of their tiring lives
Not for them a Hotpoint tub
The steamie was a social club
All these things are now no more
Demolished right down to the core
Springburn lived all through the blitz
When all around was blown to bits

But it only took a stupid law
From a Corporation heid-the-ba'
To take away my home and street
All from his Corporation seat
So why the rush to clear away
The streets and homes up Springburn way?
The building stone was good and sound
And ten years later they had found

That renovated tenements
Were better than the cardboard tents
That pass for modern housing stock
But now they can't turn back the clock
To their logistic perfect minds
The Springburn Road had many wynds
And if you were out in the car
You'd turn the steering wheel too far

It seems the bends of Springburn town
Were getting all the drivers down
So it had to go, sooner or later
To make the road a wee bit straighter
J MCGOWAN
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The Clootie Dumplin'
by John McLean Dumbarton 1998
A dumplin' is a special treat your grannie makes for you,
She has a special recipe; she cooks it like a stew
She doesnae use a measure; shwe doeasnae use a scale
She uses just her ain two hands and mixes in a pail.
CHORUS:
Wi a hanfu' o' this and a handfu' o' that
And a wee drap o' the other
Ma grannie didnae measure it
So she couldnae tell ma mither!
Ma grannie used tae make it frae a' the things I like
Wi' suet, treacle, sugar, an' lots an' lots of spice
She wrapped it in a clootie and put it in a pot
An' biled it up for hours an' hours, sae I can scoff the lot.
CHORUS
Noo grannie used tae make it as a birthday treat for me
She mixed in silver threepennies and charms for all tae see,
All wrapped in greaseproof paper, they're meant tae bring good luck
But a' they brought were broken teeth an' lots o' things tae suck
CHORUS
They say the haggis is the Cheiftain o' the Great Puddin' Race
And that the dumplin' was in second place when they met face to face
But the contest wisnae equal, the contest wisnae fair
For grannie's special recipe wisnae even there
CHORUS
Ye can eat it hot, ye can it it cold, ye can eat it fried wi' eggs
Wi' custard if you're feelin' bold, tae put strength intae yer legs!
An' when you're feelin' tired, an when you're feelin' low
A slice o' grannies dumplin' will set you all aglow.
CHORUS
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Another """ Springburn Poem """
on James McFadden Scotland's Hero!
The Rampant Lions
We went to France with a Rampant lions heart.
Our sole intent to rip the French apart.
Fans flocked in their thousands from all parts of Scotland.
Drinking beer, making friends and dancing jigs to the pipe band!

The game getting closer, the nation pondered.
Could we beat them again everyone wondered.
The French making excuses was funny to see.
They were concerned about the pitch after a game of rugby.

The game has now started, what will we do?
I'm needing a drink or maybe a few.
For 45 minutes our defence was a rock.
Could we actually produce another big shock.

On 63 minutes the game took a turn.
No-one picked up the boy from Springburn.
With a twist and a touch the French fans were left awestricken.
With a 30 yard belter from the boots of McFadden.

Hold on boys! Hold on! 90 minutes have past.
Come on referee! Give that whistle a blast.
We've done it again and it's in their backyard.
They just couldn't get past our defensive rearguard.
Bonny sent me a wee site th'night oan James McFadden an' ah nivir knew he came fae SPRINGBURN, SCOTLAND'S HERO against the French an' he came fae OOR TOON, ""SPRINGBURN"" Thanks Bonny hen an' this wissa 'blog' wae nae 'credit' furr oanniebody. Tried to put it on the Poems and Songs page, somehow I couldn't do it?? J.R.

Every player a credit to our small nation.
It's a magical result an utter sensation.
He could have played Boyd but you got the nod.
James McFadden you are a true Scottish God!!!!!


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Oh my grandfather worked on the big locomotives
Put his bib and brace and boots on, off to Hyde Park every day
He built steel shining giants to bind our world together
In the Age of Steam that seems so far away
My mother said the young ones stood there cheering
As some gleaming black Leviathan
Was rolled out of its bay
To be carried to Australia
India or Egypt
For the world came to Springburn in its day

For a time before the war came, my uncles stood beside him
Taking on the family business - as they would smiling say
The seven hills would ring out to the sound of thousands working
Children singing in the back courts as they played
Who in winter would go sliding on their satchels
Down the hill at Paddy Orr's
High above the company gates
And the streets were full of people
And the people full of purpose
For the world came to Springburn in its day

But though the war was won the factories foundered
For Diesel conquered Steam and the work just fell away
And my mother's people scattered, as so many Scots before them,
West Australia, South America, all through the USA

Now for 20 years I taught there, in the same place as my forebears
Ah, but now it's called the College, where the youth are shown a trade
But there's precious little work still, and they've torn down half the buildings
And the wind blows through the spaces they have made
Westminster's man says he'll solve all the problems
But it's hard to credit anything he says
For he's down in London climbing
Up the ladder to a lordship
And Springburn's just a step along his way
But the world came to Springburn in its day

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StevenCClark From Here You Can See Ben Lomond - A new song 5 Feb 25 2009, 10:45 AM EST by StevenCClark
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It's about a year since I wrote this, and whenever I sing it, usually someone comes up and says: Oh my Dad, worked in the Caley, or :I'm from Springburn originally.

(Just to clarify, though, I never worked in the Caley)

From Here You Can See Ben Lomond

My father was a Sou’side man
About the Sou’side streets he ran
Till northwards seeking work he cam
And finding love he stayed.
I tholed the school in Gourlay Street;
Dreamed of running with a ball at my feet.
And summer days so long and sweet
At the top of Balgrayhill

From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I’ve looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So when you ask me why I stay
I answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

In the Caley then, I learned my trade
Hard men at work, and hard we played
The railways of the world we made
Every rivet, bore and seam.
I never dreamed the day would dawn
Cowlairs and Atlas would be gone
With just the names to linger on
The ghosts of people’s lives

CHORUS

My neighbour now’s a decent man
His faither came fae a dusty land
Where locomotives I built, ran.
And may be running still

And now my fires are banked and low
I take it easy and I take it slow
But in my dreams, I up and go
To the top of the Balgray hill

From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I’ve looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So do not ask me why I stay
I’ll answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills
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Jimmuck """ The Springburn Poem """ I think by a John McGowan? sorry author J. 15 Oct 20 2008, 6:08 PM EDT by Harrymc
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Springburn
> Mar 1996
>
> Yer auld decrepit streets still tend
> A tumble a pee-the-beds roon gable-end
> Where scabby dug and boays befriend
> And stoatin summers never end
>
> Where drunks come steamin up the street
> And wifies gabbing there dae meet
> Their weans are screaming at their feet
> The dinners on, they'll need tae beat
>
> Big lassies shout 'Hey wee man there
> Aye you, ya bam, the wan wae hair'
> Big wummin gab aboot the Fair
> And how their feet are awfy sair
>
> And gangs a boys, they rove aboot
> Up tae nae good, ye canny doot
> They surely need their faithur's boot
> That wid prob'ly sort them oot
>
> The drains are minging aw aroon
> But it's jist the same in every toon
> The Cooncil says they'll fix it soon
> We see them wance in a big blue moon
>
> But still the weans are roon the backs
> Wi bools in stanks and sticks in cracks
> Playing games wi nicks and nacks
> Found in the midden in mouldy sacks
>
> My Springburn hame was first tae me
> The safest place I'll ever be
> The Cooncil knocked it doon I see
> But here it stays in memory
>

HOWZATT!! Webbie Stevie Boy?? OOR AIN WEE POEM! Jimmy Reid
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