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Ah wis barely oot o nappies

Matt Stewart

Sunday, January 23rd, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Ah wis barely oot o’ nappies when ah wis telt that the folk next door,
Were no the sort tae mix wae, they were rotten tae the core,
Their songs came frae the devil; their souls were black as sin
They ate their first-born wean, and dumped its bones intae the bin.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Their hame was like a midden, but it didnae smell sae nice,
On Sunday they ate jobbies, and their hair ran thick wae lice,
They cursed, they swore, they boiled newts, and cast their spells o’ doom,
As midnight’s hour pressed doon on them, they’d rob a new filled tomb.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And with that corpse jist barely cold, they’d conjure up auld nick,
And slake their thirst wae fresh tapped blood, and gorge on cups o’ sick,
They’d bow and laud their clove-hoofed boss and offer gifts of shite,
And orgy till their evil lust had melted into night.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But when the sun would crack the dawn, they’d scurry tae their lair
For fear of turning into dust and lose their palms o’ hair,
‘And where’s that lair?’ o’ me ye ask, ‘where hides that evil coven,’
A place of putrid fetid hate, ….it’s a fitba’ grun near Govan!

© Matt Stewart 22nd January 2005

Notes

A few thoughts on a West of Scotland ‘football’ upbringing

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/ah-wis-barely-oot-o-nappies/