Being ill with pain
Piper to a band dance in the sand to a one man band lochlan mor lived by the shore
a soldiers to be wears with pride for all to see in my uniform to serve my country
The curse of humanity to bear thy sick art limp rabbit’s in fields i so cry displeasure in thee to live in thy plain
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
for thee fall in the lurking lake move me like morning cakes books and food summer pain knock me down my heart in vain lord take me to thy resting place
tis the auld pub on kirkconnel main street were miners meet a jug of ale was a rare treat
to a bairns cuddle doon to a misty moon tis a home poet from the toon remember the miners
Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight
Fare to dare to fly in the sky not to stare on ryanair for we not see dolly oh golly
Over the hills sit dan windy rain with sam we begin to date ham walk down the stairs fair to share we stare
Sit and thee wonder looks like thunder go back down under make me sit and plunder long tall sally
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain
In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said
Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more
The ashes of the day in the morning. are so red behold i get out of my bed smoke fire alarms to spread ashes. to ashes goodnight fred