PRUGH

If A cud sell a biggin plot,
Or wun tha fitba pools.
A’d pit it by wae guid intent,
No spen it lake Tam-fools.

Ye’r no supposed tae big up prugh,
It’s whut tha guid buik says.
A’d gie a wee bit tae tha kirk -
Tha mair, whut wunner daes?

A nice new hoose, a motthor-car,
There’s naethin wrang wi that,
It’s no maesel A’d dae it fur -
Tha femlie’s whaur it’s at.

Fur charity begins at hame,
An A hae wife an wean.
A’ll tak iz aa on holiday,
The cannae gan their lane.

A’d no be apt tae gemmle it,
Or dicht a boadie’s ee:
If A jist selt a biggin site,
Or wun tha lotterie.


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Ye cudnae credit it ava!
Ma nummer haes cum up.
A’m feert tha nighbers micht fin oot –
A darnae loass mae grup.



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A taen maesel aff tae tha sin,
Wi twa-three mates o mine.
Tha wife she’d rether stap at hame.
Tha wean? Ach, he’ll be fine.

A wud hae gien some tae tha kirk,
But whit d’ye think the’r at?
Anither fool new car-pairk scheme -
A’m damn’t A’ll pie fur that.

Whun A cum hame frae holiday,
Frae sin an simmer wine,
Tha wife had fun a bran new hoose,
But left me houlin mine.

Fur she had no jist fun a hoose,
Anither man forbye.
She sez tha catter’s changeit me.
A cannae think for-why.

An upset hoose’s a pooerfu coast,
A’ll niver hae eneuch.
A’ll hae tae dae a wheen mair dales,
An gaither some mair prugh.