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STREET VIEW

Street View

Come and sit upon my knee

We’ll find the house where I once lived

On this googley earth

See there it’s moving

Just wait to see what we can see

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No not the house I was a baby

But built the year that I was four

On this wriggly earth

As you are now

Look I think this is it…maybe

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There’s no mistake that is the row

Thrown together by the mile

On this googley earth

Let’s try to zoom…

This is as close as we can go

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Was not like that I’m glad to say

It’s sad to think that is the place

On this googley earth

When I was you

Where I lived and I played all day

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The very last one of those four

Harled brick walls and concrete tiles

On that googley earth

Of cold grey clay.

Look they’ve put in a new front door

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See paintless ugly wooden bars

Where our hedge was neatly clipped

On this googley earth

Of lost green leaves

Rose-bed’s now parking for old cars

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Look over there by the gable land

There’s nought but weeds and idler waste

On this googley earth

No hothouse treat

That’s where our greenhouse used to stand

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Well watered spaces left bare and dry

Where’s the doocot o’ white and green

On this googley earth

Or my white doves

That wheeled an’ whirled in oor sky

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See here in front, this tar half-circle

Wi’ second- third- and fourth-hand cars

On this googley earth

Nae bairns now in

Oor auld play place, oor ‘grass roundel’

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There we played tig and three-an’-in

It look’s sae drab an’ dreary now

On this googley earth

Oor playstation

Jist look at what they’ve been an’ din

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All right, I ken, we’ve seen enough

It’s time to zoom back tae the present

On this shoogley earth

It’s your turn now

Tae take the smoother wi’ the rough.

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Fechin’ Eejit

overheard in a Scottish pasture

Fechin’ Eejit

But he’s sic a fechin’ eejit

Naw, that wid never dae

For him tae sit doon on oor Stane

When Lizzie gauns away


Caw canny Jenny, an efter a’

He’s nae waur than maist afore

They aye were smit wi’ puckle wit

Kept cuddies an’ a whore


The puir bodie didnae choose

Tae be whae he hais been

Tho there’s nae doot the numpty is

A scunner tae the Queen


Hunners o’ years ago ye see

Fichts ower croon or Cross

Cost mony heids for wicked deeds

An left us wi’ the dross

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eejit  (idiot)

Stane – (stone of Scone)

caw canny  (go gently)

puckle (small quantity)

cuddies (horses)

numpty (a bumbling fool)

scunner ( a cause of disgust)

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Eelie Ohlie

Eelie Ohlie

Richt efter schule sune they gether

Doon the end o’ Tattie Raw

Fir their sairly wat amusement

A gowden ‘oor wi’ their fitba’


The ba’s nae o’ belted leather

Like the tawse they ken fu’ well

Peesy got frae Syme the butcher

Bladder that’s near lost it’s smell


Wee Billy Smith, big Matthie Weir

Eck and Geordie, Cleikie Shaw

Alec, Jim and Jock and Wullie

Hughie, Malc an’ mair an’ a’


Fir makin’ o’ intae twa teams

Noo they’re staundin’ ruind aboot

“Eelie, ohlie, dug’s toley

Eelie, ohlie, OOT “


With goals o’ jaikets, buiks an’ caps

Nae mair’s needed fir tae play

The rules are by the strong decided

And sae micht wanner day to day


Ner mind aboot the Herts or Hibs

Or sic farflung pairts and deeds

We’re Arns’on Rangers ‘gin the Star

Nitten Bills v. Square Heids


Tackits skite on schuleday shune

Sclaff an’ bauchle, less than braw

Runnin’, heidin’, dribblin’, shootin’

Stottin’ passes off the wa’


In nae time the licht is fadin’

Luvin’ mithers cry them hame

Lament thair oor o’ peace and quiet

Muckle thankfu’ fir the game


Whit an awfy state yer in!

A’ yer claes are thick wi glaur

Whitever if yer faither sees ye

He’ll be giein’ you what for


Ah’ll scrub ye raw frae heid tae fit

In tae that pail ‘hent the door

Och ye are a richt wee midden

Tell me noo whit wis the score?

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Tattie’s WELCOME

WELCOME to my first blog

Just to get the hang of things here is my I Spy drawing.

So here are things to spy.

afro hair/flared jeans/ugly kid/singer/drain grating

telephonebox/tambourine/trumpet/seagulls/window

gardener/gardenfence/rabbit/hole/wall/boy/chimney

smoke/seaweed/barracuda/letterbox/seaside/village

castles/skiers/bridge/crane/two black swans/hamlet

dam/water reservoir/sailboats/two fishing/stag

coal bings/flying ducks/Icarus with wellies

aeroplane/black cats/pilot/chimney brush/wind

sock/golfers/sheep/shepherd/stone walls/sea knight/horse/train/Santa/carrots/crows/brolly/rabbit

soccer ball/pearl/crab/wormcast/corner flags

linesman/soccer players/white doves/dovecote

pink frilly knickers/pink bra/tights/black dogs

worm/spider/shop/ice cream/bench/footprints

treasure chest/minister/bicycle/fishing net/barrels

fish boxes/minicar/rats/fat man/sandcastles/pork pie

keys/octupus/rooster/letter box/elecricity pole

window box/human remains/ogler/sunburnt man

old man/stretched creepy crawlie/drain outfall

row boats/steps/handrails/cast iron posts/chain

ladders/roof repairman/chimney sweep/drunk man

beer bottle/skull & crossbones/ice cream cone

dog poop/horse poop/skipping girls/bagpiper

drummer/kilt/mussel/fat man with skinny wife

happy haggis/wasp worker/drainmen/chicken

Salvation Army band/smoked fish/sea mine

backpacker girl/strongman/reader/coalman

coal horse/Pope/fish/chips/peas/pea puke

skinny dippers/lobster/creepy crawlies/oyster

salt/pepper/HP sauce

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