When i was a wean

Written by: Kate Mcnaughton

When i was a wean we got everything free.from first bras to high heel shoes. ma mammy 
thought she had the cream of the crop, five braw weans what a jaw drop. dad wasn't 
working, money was tight, out came the sewing machine, she peddled all night.we awoke in 
the morning new togs to put on, no designer labels but she was dead on. we would fly up the 
stairs to try out our gear,kick our brother out the way,and give him a thick ear. Back we 
would come, twirl for ma mammy,our pals would say yous'e are really jammy.they pulled at 
our clothes looking for a tag,but our clothes you wouldn't find in no mag.