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Glasgow 1940 bi Jim Mcharg 3rd
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Jock and Nancy, Paddy too lived next door to where I grew
From being child to being youth. I loved those three and that's the truth. Paddy scared me just a bit, but looking back I must admit, That they had lives so very hard, for each was a horse in the coalman's yard. I'd give big Jock his apple treat and Nancy took hers oh so sweet. But Paddy snorted, fumed and kicked as apples from my hand he'd pick. Maybe he was full of pride and just showed off at Nancy's side. The house is gone, the coal yard too. All traces gone of where I grew. From being child to being me, I look back now and I can see; the things I long for are all gone as time and tide sweep us along. And take away our simple pleasures, substituting worldly treasures. Oh what I'd give if I could be the simple child that lives in me I would relive with boundless joy the thrill of being just a boy. I'd play with ball or hoop or rope, for mind is all that limits scope. To take each day and make it mine, and every day the sun would shine. But gently, after night time rain that kissed the soil to grow the grain That went in bread that went in me.All simple stuff you will agree. Alas this is just foolish talk, for gone are Nancy, Paddy, Jock. No way of going back, I've found. But I'll see them next time around. |
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