Poetry

I Wish I Was in Stewarton

Here’s my version of the great Billy Connolly song ‘I Wish I was in Glasgow’.

 

Oh, I wish I was in the Bonnet Toun

With some good old friends of mine

Some good old rough companions

And some good old smooth red wine

We could talk about the old days

And Stewarton’s sad decline

And drink to the boys on the road

 

Oh, I was born in Sloan Street

In the Whitletts part of Ayr

I would take you there and show you

But I don’t know if it’s still there

And when I think about it

It always gets me down

We left when I was only 4 and moved to Lothian Road

 

It’s that great old camp I miss so much

Though I’ve had much better days

But still, we talk about it

As we go our separate ways

Oh, but Ayrshire gave me more

Than it ever took away

And prepared me for life on the road

 

My mother, Mary was a cleaner

My old man, his name was Sam

Was a Massey’s engineer

They made me all I am

My sister and my brothers, I’ve seen them come and go

And still, I give a damn

There’s so much to learn along the road

 

And Ayrshire gave me more

Than it ever took away

And prepared me for life on the road

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