Growing Up In Govan As a Wain

Growing up in govan as a wain We didny have much in they days But we'd wid never complain . We were happy way wat Yeh geed Nae body gret or yed get a slap on the heid. Aw the games we aw used to play Up n doon the street We're aw the maws wid gather up n meet. Gossiping gossip aw day long N still be gabbing till the next morn. Wed make wee dens down in the ally Tin cans on out feet so we'd walk silly. Play kick the can n one man hunt And brittish bulldog doon the front. Our kids now dont no how to play Way too many computers n their Hitec ways .