trinkie
25-Sep-07, 19:46
Autumn winds are blowing
Make an eerie noise
But all the little bairnies
Are playing wi their toys.
Lassgies playing hoosies
Boygies playing wi cars
An all the Poltney mannies
Are drinking in the Bars.
Mither‘s in the kitchen
Mending all the clothes
Fit will we eat tomorrow
Only Heaven knows.
Maybe Mince and Tatties
Or a bit o’ fish.
I could mak a pan o' soup
Enough to fill ai dish.
Look ‘at Davie’s troosers
All torn at ai knee
I’ll hev till pit a patch on
No one will ever see.
Jeanie’s dress is far too short
An it’s torn too
She’ll never get a new one
When her faither’s on ai Broo.
Beelagie is skin an' bone
He hardly eats a thing
I try till stuff it intil him
But he makes the rafters ring
Bowkin’ an’ screaming
He’s very good at ‘at
If only he’d eat his porridge
That wad surely mak him fat.
Geordagie is grumpin
He’s the yeoungest o’ them all
He’s kicking an thumpin
Cos Willie’s ta’en his ball.
Jessie sits in ai coarner
As quiet as a moose
Ye’d never know that bairn was there
The best one in the hoose.
Och I’ll hev till pit the kettle on
An mak a cup o’ tea,
Grannie will come ben ai hoose,
Advice she’ll give till me
‘Boot when her bairns were little
An’ ai work she hed till do
An how the modern wives lek me
Hevna got a bloody clue.
Weel I’ve mended all their school clothes
And made a pan o’ stew
Peeled tatties for tomorrow
I hope that pile will do
Gaithered in the bairnies
Gave them each a bath
Scrubbed their knees – that tickled
An fairly made them laugh.
Now I’ll pit my feet up
An doze off in my chair
I dinna want till wake my man –
That wouldn’t be very fair.
He’d been standin in the queue all day
Doon at ai Broo
He chist canna get a job ye see –
What’s a poor man till do ??
Sshhhhhhhh !!
For young mothers everywhere.............
Make an eerie noise
But all the little bairnies
Are playing wi their toys.
Lassgies playing hoosies
Boygies playing wi cars
An all the Poltney mannies
Are drinking in the Bars.
Mither‘s in the kitchen
Mending all the clothes
Fit will we eat tomorrow
Only Heaven knows.
Maybe Mince and Tatties
Or a bit o’ fish.
I could mak a pan o' soup
Enough to fill ai dish.
Look ‘at Davie’s troosers
All torn at ai knee
I’ll hev till pit a patch on
No one will ever see.
Jeanie’s dress is far too short
An it’s torn too
She’ll never get a new one
When her faither’s on ai Broo.
Beelagie is skin an' bone
He hardly eats a thing
I try till stuff it intil him
But he makes the rafters ring
Bowkin’ an’ screaming
He’s very good at ‘at
If only he’d eat his porridge
That wad surely mak him fat.
Geordagie is grumpin
He’s the yeoungest o’ them all
He’s kicking an thumpin
Cos Willie’s ta’en his ball.
Jessie sits in ai coarner
As quiet as a moose
Ye’d never know that bairn was there
The best one in the hoose.
Och I’ll hev till pit the kettle on
An mak a cup o’ tea,
Grannie will come ben ai hoose,
Advice she’ll give till me
‘Boot when her bairns were little
An’ ai work she hed till do
An how the modern wives lek me
Hevna got a bloody clue.
Weel I’ve mended all their school clothes
And made a pan o’ stew
Peeled tatties for tomorrow
I hope that pile will do
Gaithered in the bairnies
Gave them each a bath
Scrubbed their knees – that tickled
An fairly made them laugh.
Now I’ll pit my feet up
An doze off in my chair
I dinna want till wake my man –
That wouldn’t be very fair.
He’d been standin in the queue all day
Doon at ai Broo
He chist canna get a job ye see –
What’s a poor man till do ??
Sshhhhhhhh !!
For young mothers everywhere.............