What the Clyde said, after COP26 - by
Think of me as a long level
liquid ear gliding slowly by.
I heard the world’s words,
the pleas of peoples born
where my ships once sailed,
Think of me as a long level
liquid ear gliding slowly by.
I heard the world’s words,
the pleas of peoples born
where my ships once sailed,
Clouds pass abeen, haar inatween,
The chisel cuts awa.
An aal chiel an a younger een
Ye’ve files been there anaa.
Kobolds, goblins; – bogles;
Whitever yez want ti cry uz: see, we hae bonny gee-gaws fir yez!
Fain wud ah hae pentit ye in a roch licht,
scunnert at aa yer on-cairry, that biggin up
o tartan lore, sic a fause freen tae Scotland’s story,
Oh aye, when Peter opent thae Pearly Gates fir me,
A wis weel ready, ma gammy leg wis playin up something awfy
An A goat a wee bit doolally, tae be honest.
Hoo mony trees tae prent a thoosan buiks?
Hoo mony buiks tae pulp a thoosan trees?
Hoo mony trees tae launch a thoosan boats?
England’s sweet meadows
feed mony beasts,
sae dinnae be fechtin
ower whar they feast.
The ferm wis a peat shed, a stack o hackit kinnlin
The ferm wis reeshlin corn and a tattiebogle
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