Heart Of The Matter
The Glesga Patter
Hullo thare, howsit gaun,
Yer looking awfie glum,
Like somebody stole yer lolly,
Or the soot fell doon yer lum.
Ye look a wee bit peekie,
Dae ye feel the wey ye look,
Did ye lose it at the bookies,
The favourite ye mistook.
Did ye hiv jist wan too mony,
Insteid o jist a hauf,
Did yer wummin knock ye back,
An tell ye tae “bog aff”,
But dinnie fret aboot it,
The days anither day,
Ye'll be aw right the night, big man,
I haurd ye gat yer pey.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
(This is for my good friend, Robert Cartwright Davidson, who will no doubt be in touch regarding my dialect and spelling!) lol
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The Glesga Patter
The Glesga Patter