Come By the Sword - Die By the Sword
No-one cared
a jot for him
He only lived for
whisky and gin
His philosophy
is only this
Stick one first
A Scottish kiss
Not gang owned
Though sought was he
A kneecapping
he did for a fee
If you live
by the sword
you'll die
the same
But,
Brock McDougall
got away
with the game
Until....
He was flat drunk
one starry night
When he heard
men running
He staggered
to take flight
As they pushed him about
"Och, what d'ye do
for nowt
get away wi ya"
"Now, your done for,
"you wicked lout!"
Copyright © Theresa Stephens | Year Posted 2014
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