Glasgow
Glasgow was the place for me
Born in Scotland spirit free
No matter were my body roams
This is the place I call home
Born in a single end
In the part now called Lawreston
Moved from there when I was two
Went Arden then filled with field and coo’s
Doors always open never locked
Neighbor’s come in they just nock
Sit round and gossip talk
As kids we go out and play
And we’d stay away aw day
Adventures in this new found land
Our life was great but never grand
So Ma and Da have passed away
I thank you for those happy days
Granny Loves A Scottish Glass Of Whiskey
Spells Glasgow
Chellaston 10 02 2010
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I would like to translate this poem
Jim, always nice to feel good about your home town. Your feeling about the place and your life there, come over with honesty and pride. Well penned. Regards, Ian