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