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Post by robertcockburn1 on Feb 12, 2011 3:03:59 GMT 1
don't look doon yur nose at me, kiddin oan yur full of airs and graces, wae yur well kept shoes and burton suits, and yur big broad button braces..
I've watched you walk doon the road, wae yur heid held high,and that cock sure self, tae the passer by..
struttin yur stuff, wae that arrogant swaggur, you kin kid them all oan boy, but fur me i,ll never buy it..
i knew you when you wur nothin, and you still thought you wur the best, but as the years went oan and yur confidence grew, i knew you you wur worth less and less..
oor life's huv changed fae past tae present, you say let bye gones be bye gones, but you've never really meant it..
I've got tae leave ye wae this last wee thought, fae memories of oor time, tae belt the weans, and hiv them feart, is jist a sadistic crime....
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