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 

Success!