Charles McMullen (24th March 1955 / Eastleigh, Hampshire.)
Holidays come and holidays go,
Some in the summer and some in the snow.
Travelling to and travelling fro,
Out on a whim wherever the wind doth blow.
So pack up yer gear and tak a ride,
Hurry up, quick! or you’ll miss the tide.
Enjoy yersell to tell yer kin,
Cos’ they’ll be a wondering’ where ya bin.
Awa’ frae yer folks the heart will yearn,
Frae kith ‘n kin ‘n e’en tha’ bairn.
So gae alang noo and fret ye not,
Fer ye’ll be a while awae frae yer cot.
Enjoy the scenery and nature too,
Fer awae is such a beautiful view.
The locals are friendly wi’ there different ways,
Enjoy yer time made up of days.
‘N if yer like it ye can go there oft’,
To espy the scenery - with it’s corsets off.
We’re all born free ta’ tak a walk,
But where we tak’ it alters the talk.
Nabody need ken where ye are,
Alang a towpath or up on a scar.
Ye can go on a bus or in a car,
Or stick yer boots on ‘n walk to a star.
Follow a map or follow your heart’
Ye dinna need ta get back to the start.
But if hames where ye love
Donna mind ta turn aroon!
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