Old Man of Mine
A story once told upon a time by an old man down a mine
On ar streets there were no heat , coal was ar warmth,
mam at the hot stove cooking up a pudding , the tatties on the go, the ones we grow , Jack had caught a rabbit, our favourite on the menu ..
Back in the day I at tu walk 10 mile to work wit best boots on land
and when I got back home to our mam
I Thanked God I kept her waarm
All the love she gave us kept us going on, the magic in the cooking pot , our home
Our heaven
Proud to be her son
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