Our kids, who ‘art so mucky Tatty ‘ead be thy name Thy shirt undone Thy world is fun On Scottie as it is in Greaty Give us this day a...

Sunday streets deserted Terraces row upon row Sleeping, dusty, littered Bare earth scattered with bricks Fragments of glass glitter...

I miss my hometown, but not the one you know now The city I left has gone, long been knocked down. I get home sick now and again, for a...