Braw Braw Lads

[Murdoch Henderson]

Half past eight, in the street we gather
To see the horses. Mum, me and father
We wave our flags at the pipe band first,
It's a hot day, I have such a thirst.

Here they come, I hear them say
Gallop, gallop, up the brae.
"Oh" we cry, with such glee
Next year I hope it might be me.

I walk so proud with my rosette
Mum says "not time for ice cream yet"
Off to the beer tent goes my dad
He will get drunk and make mum mad

Off to the rugby, come on win
The referee, in black,looks thin
We sang songs to make him fat
Dad says "theres no need for that".

I share these memories with you
Dad has died, mum has too
But this poem is such a release
I feel a big surge of peace.

Now I must find a wife
As they say in london "trouble and strife"
But I'm from Scotland we have no slang
To find a girl that wants this man

I own a farm, tractors I have two
Is this what might appeal to you?
I can write you poems every night
And plough the fields with all our might.

 

[Teri_Bus_Teri_Odin]

Ahhhhh.

This filled me with a sense of longing for those halcyon days. I'd sit at 9 year auld, with my pipe, smoking as I watched the horses clippety-clop into the toon.

Faither would play the spoons to try and get ha'penny so we could go and drink sweetheart stout in the local inn...

Braw work, by a braw lad, Murdoch!

 

[Shucklak]

what the fuck?? did i fall into a worm hole?

 

[Teri_Bus_Teri_Odin]

No, young buck. It's just us auld yins are starting to 'cut loose'...