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 were dolly

To go up the pub you were aff for a swally.

Up was still up but it coupled with doon

And your condiments limited - red sauce or broon.

My armpit - my oakster, my head was ma heid

And if somebody died, well that meant they were deid.