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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2010 18:51:16 GMT 1
A Keelie welcome
A big hullawther, come on in, it matters not if you’re fat or thin, A ruddy big nose or a wee baldy heid, this here’s the place “to swing the leed”, ‘Knock-kneed’ or bandy or even got fleas, so what if yir feet are at “quarter tae three’s” A big wide bahooky like the back o’ a bus, wance ye are in, ye become wan o’ us.
There’s big Charlie’s angels, Morto’s meat pies, don’t eat too many, watch those thighs, Carol’s crooners, Daisy’s dancers, and the wans in the corner, a right bunch o’ chancers, We’ve joiners and brickies, some Calton weavers, meat market butchers wi’ very sharp cleavers, We’re a right mixed bunch frae far an’ wide, but aw brought up just a ‘spit’ frae the Clyde.
So don’t be feart, we willnae bite, and some wae their mammies allowed oot at night, To meet for a chat and a bite tae eat, to swap some stories, huv a laugh or a greet, Hawd up the bar or write a verse, too much o’ the first and y’ill fa’ oan yir erse, The menfolk are loud, the wummin aw squealies, well whit dae ye expect? Yir noo in the KEELIES!
Blueron221
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