We Are The Bbc Poem by jim hogg

We are the cherished BBC, a weel regarded company
We're known across the whole wide world for oor impartiality
For we've got ears and eyes ye ken, weel tuned to tell what's true
An' on Buchanan street that day there was nae trace of "yes" or blue
An' you might hae some pictures o' the overflowin' street
An' maybe friends o' yours will swear, that they were there, in the heat
All waving flags and singing sangs, but we've been telt tae say
Buchanan street was empty, folks, 'twas jist anither saturday
Yon flags you didnae see, and a' yon folks who wer'nae there
You must have been imagining, for they were a' elsewhere
Yer Scottish Spring, yer Scottish dreams, we cannae let them be
But a' the same we're grateful for yer tv licence fee
In rags our reputation's blawin' doon Buchanan Street
But a' the same we'll hound ye for yer tv licence fee


2014