Memories
Childhood
days
High rise
flats
Tenement
greys
Inner city
Plastic
spoon
Goldbergs
Shipyards
Vibrant toon
Boys playin’
fitba’
Makin’ noise
Lassies
skippin’
Void o’
poise
Perpetual
rain
The working
class hero
Cold winter
nights
Temperature
sub zero
The
customary drunks
Amiable
strangers
The two
fitba’ teams
Celtic
Rangers
The smell o’
the subway
The River
Clyde
The gang in
the next street
Vicious and
snide
Waitin’ for
yer da oan a Friday night
Waitin’ wi’
yer sister feelin’ uptight
Back fae the
pub he’d be bright and sunny
Jumpin’ wi’
glee when we’ got oor pocket money
We’d run to
the shop tae get oor treats
Crisps and Irn
Bru
And loads o’
sweets
Saturday wis
yer favourite day
When yer
team wis at home and no playin’ away
When me and
ma pal had somethin’ sound
And it
probably happened oan every other ground
"Hey
mister, can ye gie us a lift?”
Over the
turnstile
Immediate
and swift
We’d always
succeed withoot payin’ any cash
Just wee
boys
Bold and
brash
Seein’ what
we could find in empty hooses
No that much
Rats and
mooses
Empty
bottles
Jakes in
rags
Weathered Hags
and dirty mags
Late at
night ye’d have the corner boys
Cans in
their hand and makin’ lots o’ noise
Full o’
swagger
Full o’ blow
Whistlin’ at
the lassies
Puttin’ oan
a show
Noo and
again ye’d get a scuffle
These hardy
lads were easy tae ruffle
Close knit
community
Lookin’
after others
Warm hearted
women
Yer other mothers
Hard working
dads who earned respect
Sturdy men
who’d never neglect
And that is
ma memories o’ Glasgow city
Ah’m proud
tae be a Weegie
Ma wee ditty
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