Glesca Weans

Grouin up in Glesga wis nae mean feat Pleyin in the back courts an dreepin the wass Plouterin in puddles manky water sploshing aboot, Searching in yon mucky middens fur treasure Thrown oot by the families in the closes. Fur a fitba a pile o rags weideh doon wi aw sorts o things Or a tanner ba made tae test yer skills dribbling roon Bricks, holes an buckets burnt through. Some wi nae shin baries wis the thing An naething caught except wee beasties in the hair. Holy jumpers an maukit breeks like a uniform Worn tae mark ye oot as livin in tenements raw. Aye aww wis puir always skint fur buying scran Except faither oan a Friday nicht at the boozers Getting fu wi his pals forgettin the weans, Crying at hame an when he came in mither Wid aways get the blame . Aye the weans o glesga wur a hardy breed, All ways stervin an needin a feed, That wisnae allus therr a feast wis a jeely piece. When they grew an produced men o valour, Or men o wealth an fauncy cars, Ne,er forgot that they were a Glesga wean.