Sunday, 28 November 2010

The Bard of Govan

Hello again, sorry it's been such a long time, but the talk is all about cuts and if I hear the phrase "tough decisions" once more I may forget I'm a lady. It's just too, too dismal for words. So I cheer myself up by singing a little ditty I once heard on a late night bus in Glasgow. I've translated it into English as well as I could, and I hope you get the gist.

I'm a wee, wee Weegie and true to my roots,
I love the clatter of tackety boots
 And I still recall the last dying fall
Of the ships on the Clyde at New Year...
I'm a Red Clydesider, I stick to my guns
And I ne'er trouble trouble until trouble comes
But if you get my back up against a wall
I'll  "gie ye the nut", stick my knee in your balls
Cos I get a bit bolshy if you give me a fright
And in Glasgow even hippies have to learn how to fight
For we know about trouble, we know about grim
And we know that the main thing is never give in.
They can beat you, they can batter you,
You just keep coming back,
Keep your eye out for the weak spot then into attack.
And if your still defeated though you've tried your best
Remember - the greatest revenge is