Fi’baw in the Street - by
Shote! here’s the poliss,
the Gayfield poliss,
an thull pi’iz in the nick fir
pleyan fi’baw in the street!
Shote! here’s the poliss,
the Gayfield poliss,
an thull pi’iz in the nick fir
pleyan fi’baw in the street!
Just as any truly accurate representation of a particular geography can only exist on a scale of 1:1 (imagine the vast, rustling map of Burgundy, say, settling over it like a freshly-starched sheet!) so it is with all our abandoned histories, those ignoble lines of succession that end in neither triumph nor disaster, but merely […]
Let Arthur Wharton come back from the dead
To see the man in black blow the final whistle.
Rita, Keith and I are in the British Legion
/ to choose a menu for the wake.
/
/ We’re at the end of the…
The river in January is fast and high.
/ You and I
/ are off to the Barrows.
/ Gathering police-horses twitch and fret
/ at the Tron…
I never get doun to Tynecastle thae days
/ It’s a guid lang while nou sen I’ve been
/ I never get doun to…
Brissit, brawnis and broken banis,
/ Strife, discord and waistit wanis,
/ Crookit in eild, syn halt withal –
/ These are the bewteis…
April, the last full fixture of the spring:
/ ‘Feet, Scottish, feet!’ – they rucked the fear of God
/ Into Blackheath. Their club…
Here he comes – running through the station
/ After the match. Small boy, big yellow flag.
/ Watch him! He’s a hero!
/ There’s a…
chip
/ pokes
/ for posts
/
/ all
/ my
/ saturdays
/
/ o
/ ya
/ beauty
/
/ he shoots
/ she
/ scores
/
/ stretch
/ the
/ net!
/
/ my
/ veryown
/ goal
/
/ half
/ time
/ donut
/
/ total
/ red
/ tackle
/
/ my…
The Keepie-Uppie King
/ The Keepie-Uppie King
/ The Keepie-Uppie
/ Keepie-Uppie
/ …