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AN ODE TAE GLESGAPALS
The Glesga pals meet twice
a year,
to have a wee chat and have a beer.
They meet at Morrisons Bar, doon by the Clyde,
they talk aboot old Glesga with great pride.
Theirs Wull the Webmaister
playing his flute,
and wee AndyMo tapping his foot.
The singing and the dancing will start in a while,
and theirs oor Mary Jane with a laugh and a smile.
The Morrisons staff are a
pure delight,
they make us some sarnies so we can have a bite.
We talk of things that have come and gone,
the half croon pint and of course, the pawn.
We have a wee toast to
absent pals we remember with pride,
they will always be here, in the pub by the Clyde.
Chicago Bud came over from The States,
to see the old city and his old mates.
Strumming his guitar and singing with pride,
songs aboot Glesga by the banks o' the Clyde.
Theirs Charlie McDonald fae
my auld school,
supports the Rangers, he's nae fool!
Oor Jamesy Boy, a writer and scholar,
trying so hard tae earn a dollar,
Theirs Bridgeton Anna, Mags
anaw,
in their fine attire, they look so braw
Oh oor Norrie the man with the cash,
gets the drinks in as quick as a flash.
A pint of beer, a rum and
coke,
and Eddie fae Irvine cracking a joke.
I'll say a fond farewell with a heart of pride,
till we meet again in the pub by the Clyde!
poem
written Oct 2006 by Alex (Huddy) Hudson |
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