A Glesca Wean's Hogmanay By Helen Ross
Sittin in mah goonie Face scrubbed well. Ma sister therr beside me We’re waiting fur the bells.
Aw day long been cleaning Oor wee singel end, Mammy gien oot orders Drives us roon the bend.
Mammys oot the windae Sitting oan the sill, Washing aw the windaes Me hoping she disny fall.
Jessie’s cleaning the fireplace It wiz ma Mammy’s bidding. Ahv been telt tae get the pail And take it tae the midden.
As the time it passes, There’s excitement in the air, And Mammys oan her hunkers Scrubbing at the flair.
Come oan yous two she cried It’s time tae hiv yir bath. So intae the sink wi baith o yiz Furra thorough scrub and wash.
Underneath yir oxters She scrubs wi a wrung oot clootie .Wi aw that durt thit’s in yir ears Ah could grow a sack o totties.
Oan wi yir simmit and knickers Yir Liberty bodice anaw. Wi wurr winceyette goonies She says, yiz baith look braw.
Get oot mah road the perr of yous. It’s nearly hauf past nine. Ahll hifty soart the steak pie noo. Urr it’ll no be ready in time.
We know it’s getting near the time When ma Ma gets the table oot. There’ll be shortbreid, bun and ginger wine Of that there is nae doot.
We urr shoved in tae the recess bed Tae keep us oot the wiy. And Mammy turns the gas doon Oan the, smellin lovely, pie.
The peas urr in the pot Overnight, they’ve hid a steep. The totties oan the gas ring They’re oan a wee wee peep.
Ma Mammy takes her rollers oot And powders up her nose. Her good froack oot the wardrope And her shoes wi the peepy toes.
She wiz up afore us And hisny stoapped aw day, Bit noo she’s looking beautiful And New Year’s on the way.
It’s five tae twelve already, White Heather oan the telly, Singing songs of Scotland The Teucheters and the Keelies.
The tummlers urr oan the sideboard, Fruit cordial fur Jessie and me. A wee dram fur Ma Mammy, She deserves it, ah hope yiz agree.
She opens the auld sash windae Tae bring in the New Year, And oan the stroke of midnight The Ship’s horns we could hear.
Ma Mammy’s started greeting, And raises up her gless Toastin aw the folk no therr And asking God tae bless.
Efter cuddles and kisses the letter boax is tootin, That’ll be Uncle Peter He’s oot therr daen furst footin.
Tall and dark and handsome Wi whisky and coal in his haun, Wi slicked back herr and shiny shoes And his good suit oot the pawn.
We aw sit roon the table Tae eat oor pie and peas, Then clear away the dishes Furra sing-song, if you please.
Aunty Nellie sings aboot water And how it’s aw a roon, Uncle Charlie diz his Frankie Laine Singing aboot high noon.
The party’s gaun great guns Tae Maggie raises her haun, Och ahm away up the road noo Coz Erchie’s sung mah song.
Jessie and me urr tired noo, Like the cat that goat the cream.. So it’s us intae the recess bed To sleep, perchance tae dream.
If any of this is familiar tae you, This New Year of days gone by, The memories of they great times Brings a wee tear tae the eye.
So aw mah pals and family Ah wish the happiness that you seek Will come rushin tae you this New Year
And lang may yir wee lum reek xxx
Aw day long been cleaning Oor wee singel end, Mammy gien oot orders Drives us roon the bend.
Mammys oot the windae Sitting oan the sill, Washing aw the windaes Me hoping she disny fall.
Jessie’s cleaning the fireplace It wiz ma Mammy’s bidding. Ahv been telt tae get the pail And take it tae the midden.
As the time it passes, There’s excitement in the air, And Mammys oan her hunkers Scrubbing at the flair.
Come oan yous two she cried It’s time tae hiv yir bath. So intae the sink wi baith o yiz Furra thorough scrub and wash.
Underneath yir oxters She scrubs wi a wrung oot clootie .Wi aw that durt thit’s in yir ears Ah could grow a sack o totties.
Oan wi yir simmit and knickers Yir Liberty bodice anaw. Wi wurr winceyette goonies She says, yiz baith look braw.
Get oot mah road the perr of yous. It’s nearly hauf past nine. Ahll hifty soart the steak pie noo. Urr it’ll no be ready in time.
We know it’s getting near the time When ma Ma gets the table oot. There’ll be shortbreid, bun and ginger wine Of that there is nae doot.
We urr shoved in tae the recess bed Tae keep us oot the wiy. And Mammy turns the gas doon Oan the, smellin lovely, pie.
The peas urr in the pot Overnight, they’ve hid a steep. The totties oan the gas ring They’re oan a wee wee peep.
Ma Mammy takes her rollers oot And powders up her nose. Her good froack oot the wardrope And her shoes wi the peepy toes.
She wiz up afore us And hisny stoapped aw day, Bit noo she’s looking beautiful And New Year’s on the way.
It’s five tae twelve already, White Heather oan the telly, Singing songs of Scotland The Teucheters and the Keelies.
The tummlers urr oan the sideboard, Fruit cordial fur Jessie and me. A wee dram fur Ma Mammy, She deserves it, ah hope yiz agree.
She opens the auld sash windae Tae bring in the New Year, And oan the stroke of midnight The Ship’s horns we could hear.
Ma Mammy’s started greeting, And raises up her gless Toastin aw the folk no therr And asking God tae bless.
Efter cuddles and kisses the letter boax is tootin, That’ll be Uncle Peter He’s oot therr daen furst footin.
Tall and dark and handsome Wi whisky and coal in his haun, Wi slicked back herr and shiny shoes And his good suit oot the pawn.
We aw sit roon the table Tae eat oor pie and peas, Then clear away the dishes Furra sing-song, if you please.
Aunty Nellie sings aboot water And how it’s aw a roon, Uncle Charlie diz his Frankie Laine Singing aboot high noon.
The party’s gaun great guns Tae Maggie raises her haun, Och ahm away up the road noo Coz Erchie’s sung mah song.
Jessie and me urr tired noo, Like the cat that goat the cream.. So it’s us intae the recess bed To sleep, perchance tae dream.
If any of this is familiar tae you, This New Year of days gone by, The memories of they great times Brings a wee tear tae the eye.
So aw mah pals and family Ah wish the happiness that you seek Will come rushin tae you this New Year
And lang may yir wee lum reek xxx
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