Farewell to Glasgow Oh where is the Glasgow I used to know The tenement buildings that let in the snow Through the cracks in the plaster the cold wind did blow And the water we washed in was forty below We read by the gaslight, we had nae T.V. Hot porridge for breakfast, cold porridge for tea And some weans had ricketts, and some had T.B. Ay thats what the Glasgow of old means tae me Noo the neighbours complained if we played wi a ba Or Hunch cuddy hunch against somebodys wa If we played Kick the can wed tae watch for the law For the polis made sure we did sweet bugger a Youve heard o the closet that stood on the stair Oors had tae accommodate fifteen or mair And the wee broken windae let in the fresh air I sometimes went inside, ay but just for a dare And we huddled together tae keep warm in bed Wed nae sheets nor blankets, just old coats instead And a big balaclava tae cover yer head And God but its cold was the only prayer said Noo theres some say that tenement living was swell Thats the wally close toffs who had doors wi a bell Two rooms and a kitchen and a bathroom as well While the rest o us lived in a single-end hell So wipe off that smile when you talk o the days That you lived in the Gorbals or Dalmarnock way Remember the mice and the rats you once chased For tenement living was a bloody disgrace
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 14:00:14 +0000
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