here's one for your mums and dads
"Oh where is the Glasgow where i used to stay, with white wally closes done wi' pipe clay
Where you knew every neighbour, from first floor to third, and to keep your door shut was considered absurd.
Where are the weans that once played in the street, wi a jorrie a peerie a gird wi a cleet
Can they still cadge a hudgie or dreep off the dyke, play hunch cuddy hunch kick the can and the like.
Where is the wee shop where i used to buy a quarter o tatties a tuppeny pie, a bag o broke biscuits a wee sodie scone, and the wummin' aye asked "hows yer maw gettin oan"
Where is the tallys that i knew so well, the wee corner shop where they used to sell , hot peas, a McCallum, ice cream in a poke, you knew they were tallies the minute they spoke.
Where is the cludgie that cosy wee cell the string frae the cistern i remember it well, where i sat wi a caunle and studied the nags, a win for the rangers defeat for the jags.
Where is the tram car that once did a ton doon the great western road on the old yoker run, the conductress aye knew how to deal with a nyaff, if yer gaun well come oan if yer no then get aff!
I think o the days o my tenement hame, we've got fancy hooses but there no just the same, i'll swap yer gizzunders flyovers and jams, for a tuppeny ride on the old partick tram.
Gone is the glesga that i used to know, big wullie, wee shooie, the steamy, the co, the shilpit wee bachle and glaikit big dreep, yer baws on the slate and yer gas at a peep.
Those days werny rosy and money was tight, the wages hauf finished by setturday night, but still we came thru it and weathered the the ruts, the reason is simple, "Our Parents Had Guts" .