I think of windows as I think of caves…
As fast as Glasgow burned its theatres to the ground
/ it built them back again – we couldn’t do
/ without our…
/ My friend and comrade,
/ Do you remember
/ The night of uhuru
/ When the celebration drums throbbed
/ And men and women wept with joy
“If freedom an whisky gang thegither”: Robert Burns
/ When we sit wined and finely dined,
/ Dressed up in oor best, braw and…
Now mirk December’s dowie face
/ Glowrs owr the rigs wi sour grimace,
/ While, thro’ his minimum of space,
They drove to the Market with ringing pockets.
/ Folster found a girl
/ Who put wounds on his face and throat,
/ Small and…
Seven scythes leaned at the wall.
/ Beard upon golden beard
/ The last barley load
/ Swayed through the yard.
/ The girls uncorked the ale.
/ Fiddle and…