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