Whisky And Gin Poem by john mcleish

Whisky And Gin



Greet fur yur Ma, bairn
but she's no comin' hem
fur she's gone doon the pub
te drink, whisky and gin

When there's nay mare tears
and ye cry yursel', te sleep
dream o the 'Tattie Crisps'
she promised te bring back, fur ye

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