Ode To Men That Meet the Week

When auld friends meet, To chaw and waste, And barmaid brings, The Lad's the taste. The more the taste, The more the waste, And under breath, the wives will curse when call for grace. But wives agreed. They took the vows. And grace can wait on hearth and stone, Til' Lads' be done and oot and home. Lad's cause no harm, And some say charm. And barmaids' heard, Much worse the yarn. Bring more ale! The Lad's will call. But barmaid says "No more to all", She knows for where, And Lad's know too, That home is where their hearts are true. And home come Lad's, Til' next is time, When taste is calling, And waste is fine. For Lad's work hard, Complete the week, But only once for they can meet, Again to taste and chaw and waste. Graham Alexander Devenish