Te Sit Wit Ma Pal
aw aye on the could nights
that are brought by the days so short
sipping ma dram neath the misty window
peeking across the glen i nearly forgot
on a night like tonight
its a braw sight to see for me
a golden welcome mist of a flame
lit and burning by my pal guiding me
so i pull on my heed my bunnet
and wrap round my scarf cosy and tight
i chop my way through the howling wind
on this could winters night
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2010
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