FREE LOVE. ??? Ok, awe ye “Historic Hamiltonians”, am gonnae ge ye a laugh it ma expense, Bit if this wee poem kin relate tae you, ur hits a nerve, a charity gits 50 pence, ****************************** Ye know a loved tae go tae the “Troc”the music wis aboot free love and kissy’s Well noo’when a listen tae the wireless, it jist brings back memories of ‘dissy’s It wis a magic time, a wis dressed tae the nines” and’ a loved awe ma dancin’ Bit the only thing thit lit me doon, wis a wisnae schooled in the art o’ romancin” ******************************* Kin ye remember them ‘stoatin’ wee lassies, they awe hid ugly mates, them gal’s,, They’de stawn on the flare’ posin’, if they didnae lumber thid awe blame thir’pals, A tap’d wan up wan night, “Am fussy no foosted” she replied, whit a wee bitch”” Bit she lumbered wannae ma mates, who? ended up wae the wee wickid witch” ********************************** A wis wonderin why a couldnae lumber’ it bugged me , well a started tae think” A wis sniffin’ ma ‘ochsters, looked in the mirror, am a ugly ur dis ma patter stink? This wee guy fae wisha” said, if ye bin up tae the pictures, up in the golden devan, If ye git lumbered, jist go, many a wee boys went in there n’ came oot a big man, *********************************** Well a met this aulder lassie, n’ we went there, a didnae care if the film wis shite”” We sat doon, d’ye love me” Whit? “d’ye love me,” god, a only lumbered ye last night” Well that wis it, awe the money a spent, on that “romancin” it wis awe jist in vain” She said am jist gonnie go tae toilet ok, a jist knew a widnae be seein hur again”” ********************************** ye cannie beat the lassies fae Hamilton, it takes wan look tae cut tae the quick” Am sure if somebody done survey, the’de find thir uncles the devil saint “Nick” Bit ye know wit that auld lassie done, noo that hurt a wis gutted, n’ no very nice” The worst thing aboot it wis ma new strides” wur ruined” a sat in melted “choc ice” ******************************** Oh well ! I’ll jist hivtae go back tae the Troc” the morra n’ I’ll ge it another try,, I’ll lit ye’s awe know how a git on next time, bit till then it’s a wee cheery bye”” (Doo wa diddy diddy dum diddy doo) The above poem was written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Hainey.

FREE LOVE. ???

Ok, awe ye “Historic Hamiltonians”, am gonnae ge ye a laugh it ma expense,
Bit if this wee poem kin relate tae you, ur hits a nerve, a charity gits 50 pence,
******************************
Ye know a loved tae go tae the “Troc”the music wis aboot free love and kissy’s
Well noo’when a listen tae the wireless, it jist brings back memories of ‘dissy’s
It wis a magic time, a wis dressed tae the nines” and’ a loved awe ma dancin’
Bit the only thing thit lit me doon, wis a wisnae schooled in the art o’ romancin”
*******************************
Kin ye remember them ‘stoatin’ wee lassies, they awe hid ugly mates, them gal’s,,
They’de stawn on the flare’ posin’, if they didnae lumber thid awe blame thir’pals,
A tap’d wan up wan night, “Am fussy no foosted” she replied, whit a wee bitch””
Bit she lumbered wannae ma mates, who? ended up wae the wee wickid witch”
**********************************
A wis wonderin why a couldnae lumber’ it bugged me , well a started tae think”
A wis sniffin’ ma ‘ochsters, looked in the mirror, am a ugly ur dis ma patter stink?
This wee guy fae wisha” said, if ye bin up tae the pictures, up in the golden devan,
If ye git lumbered, jist go, many a wee boys went in there n’ came oot a big man,
***********************************
Well a met this aulder lassie, n’ we went there, a didnae care if the film wis shite””
We sat doon, d’ye love me” Whit? “d’ye love me,” god, a only lumbered ye last night”
Well that wis it, awe the money a spent, on that “romancin” it wis awe jist in vain”
She said am jist gonnie go tae toilet ok, a jist knew a widnae be seein hur again””
**********************************
ye cannie beat the lassies fae Hamilton, it takes wan look tae cut tae the quick”
Am sure if somebody done survey, the’de find thir uncles the devil saint “Nick”
Bit ye know wit that auld lassie done, noo that hurt a wis gutted, n’ no very nice”
The worst thing aboot it wis ma new strides” wur ruined” a sat in melted “choc ice”
********************************
Oh well ! I’ll jist hivtae go back tae the Troc” the morra n’ I’ll ge it another try,,
I’ll lit ye’s awe know how a git on next time, bit till then it’s a wee cheery bye””

(Doo wa diddy diddy dum diddy doo)

The above poem was written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Hainey.

???

Ok, awe ye “Historic Hamiltonians”, am gonnae ge ye a laugh it ma expense,
Bit if this wee poem kin relate tae you, ur hits a nerve, a charity gits 50 pence,
******************************
Ye know a loved tae go tae the “Troc”the music wis aboot free love and kissy’s
Well noo’when a listen tae the wireless, it jist brings back memories of ‘dissy’s
It wis a magic time, a wis dressed tae the nines” and’ a loved awe ma dancin’
Bit the only thing thit lit me doon, wis a wisnae schooled in the art o’ romancin”
*******************************
Kin ye remember them ‘stoatin’ wee lassies, they awe hid ugly mates, them gal’s,,
They’de stawn on the flare’ posin’, if they didnae lumber thid awe blame thir’pals,
A tap’d wan up wan night, “Am fussy no foosted” she replied, whit a wee bitch””
Bit she lumbered wannae ma mates, who? ended up wae the wee wickid witch”
**********************************
A wis wonderin why a couldnae lumber’ it bugged me , well a started tae think”
A wis sniffin’ ma ‘ochsters, looked in the mirror, am a ugly ur dis ma patter stink?
This wee guy fae wisha” said, if ye bin up tae the pictures, up in the golden devan,
If ye git lumbered, jist go, many a wee boys went in there n’ came oot a big man,
***********************************
Well a met this aulder lassie, n’ we went there, a didnae care if the film wis shite””
We sat doon, d’ye love me” Whit? “d’ye love me,” god, a only lumbered ye last night”
Well that wis it, awe the money a spent, on that “romancin” it wis awe jist in vain”
She said am jist gonnie go tae toilet ok, a jist knew a widnae be seein hur again””
**********************************
ye cannie beat the lassies fae Hamilton, it takes wan look tae cut tae the quick”
Am sure if somebody done survey, the’de find thir uncles the devil saint “Nick”
Bit ye know wit that auld lassie done, noo that hurt a wis gutted, n’ no very nice”
The worst thing aboot it wis ma new strides” wur ruined” a sat in melted “choc ice”
********************************
Oh well ! I’ll jist hivtae go back tae the Troc” the morra n’ I’ll ge it another try,,
I’ll lit ye’s awe know how a git on next time, bit till then it’s a wee cheery bye””

(Doo wa diddy diddy dum diddy doo)

The above poem was written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Hainey.

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