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Glesga
When I was a child they called me a wean
The place where I lived, not a home but a hame.
My mum was ma mammy, my dog was ma dug
My uncle was Hugh but to us he was Shug.
A potato - a tattie, a turnip - a neep
My house was a hoose and to cry was to greet.
A wisnae was wasn't, and did not was disnae
A kiss was a winch and a red face a riddy.
If someone was simple to us they we...
Saturday 30th September 2017 4:37 pm
A Glesga Kiss
Oi heid the baw
Noo wit's the matter?
Don't greet aboot
Ma dodgy patter.
Jist gies a winch
Behind the wa'
I swear a wulny
Tell yer maw.
Al huv' ye hame
the back a ten
So how's aboot
A smooch then hen?
Friday 13th May 2016 10:08 am
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