for tighsonas....
'iss aines for tigh an his precious stone, yer soundin' awful fed up 'iss days ma auld pal....
poor but blessed....(no written by trix)
we met an' we merried a long time ago,
we worked for long oers when 'e wages were low.
no telly, no warliss, no bath....times were hard,
choost a cowld water tap an' a walk in 'e yard.
no holidays abroad, no carpets on floors,
we hed coal on 'e fire an' we didna lock doors.
our bairns all arrived, no pill in 'at day,
an' we brought them up wi' no state aid.
no valium, no drugs an no LSD,
we cured all wur ills wi' a guid cup o' tea.
no vandals, no muggins, there wis nothin' til rob,
we felt we were rich wi' a couple o' bob.
people were happier in those far off days,
kinder an caring in so many ways.
milkmen an' paperbies wid whistle an' sing,
a night at 'e pictures wis our one mad fling.
we all get our share o' troubles an' strife,
we choost hev til face'ed, its 'e pattern o' life.
now am alone, i look back through 'e years,
i da think o' 'e bad times, 'e troubles an' tears.
i mind all 'e blessin's, our hoose an our love,
an' that we shared them tilgither, i thank god above.
ye widna think i wis tryin til cheer ye up tony, as it never fails til choke me or put a tear in ma eye
Merry Meet, Merry Part and Merry Meet Again
Blessed Be...
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