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[sid] => 151153
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The day we ran away
[time] => 2009-06-29 18:24:37
[hometext] => This is a true story from my childhood in Scotland, hence the spelling of some of the words. Some of the names have been changed but everything else is pretty much as it happened.
[bodytext] => Me an' Ronnie Grayson An' Charlie Hanson tae Aw put wur heids the gither An' thought, 'Lets run away, We'll skip the train tae Liverpool An' there get on a ship An' stow away tae Canada, It'll be a snip'. It sounded aw too easy Until the fated day Oor Robert came and brought oor dug An' said, 'Ah'm comin' tae'. 'Ye cannae come', Ah said tae him, 'Ye'll hiv tae go back hame'. But Robert widnae listen He widnae play the game. 'If ye don't let me come', he said Ah'm gonnae tell my Da, An' then ye'll aw end up back hame Afore ye's get too far 'Aw right', Ah said, 'We'll let ye come But jist remember this, When Ah say jump, you say how high Or else Ah wullnae miss. So there we wur the five o'us Aw rerred up tae go Four wee boys and a wee'er boy Wi' a big brown dug in tow. We never had much money And jist ane tin of bean. Nae soles in oor sannies An' nae arse in oor jeans. First stop, Dear Auld Glesga Toon We jumped a big green bus An' bumped intae the bloke next door Who nearly collared us. Ye could've heard a pin drop When Jimmy saw us there, Ah nearly wet ma troosers, Ma jaw near hit the flair. 'Hello there Mr Moir, Imagine seein' you here'. An' Jimmy wi' a bevvy in him Wisnae thinkin' clear. 'Where ur yous aw gaun', he said 'An dis yer faithers know'? 'Course they dae', we aw sung back, Although this wisnae so. 'We're gaun up tae wur Uncles hoose, He's no been keepin' well'. An' Jimmy said, 'Aw right then But look efter yerselfs'. Jeez that wis close we aw agreed Noo we can breath again An' Charlie said, 'We'd better move If we're tae catch that train. We jumped the fence and skipped the train That sat at platform ten But instead of gaun tae Liverpool It went tae Rouken Glen. By noo we wur aw starvin' Ye could hear oor bellies roar An' we wurnae ony further Than we wur five hoors before. So starvin' and dejected We came up wi' a plan We'd sneak back doon tae Charlies hoose An' steal some bread and jam. (I think inside oorselfs we knew We wanted tae go hame. The only problem noo wis Who wis gonnae take the blame.) But none o'us wid gie in first An' so we soldiered on Only tae get caught Wi' Charlies aulder brother John. So that wis that, the game wis up We had tae go back hame An' Ah was bloody terrified, Ah knew Ah'd get the blame. Then lookin' roon at Charlie's face An' Ronnies face as well, I realised we must have put Oor Ma's and Da's through hell. For none o'them wis laughing The way they wur before, An' each o'us wis shakin' As we reached oor ain front door. The rest o' the tale is history No' worth writin' doon Just aboot three well skelped arses sittin' in their rooms. Aw feelin' sorry fur themselfs An' greetin' tae their Ma's, An' wishin' that they never got A hidin' frae their Da's. But that's the way it goes, Ah guess It's jist the price ye pay When ye's put yer heids the gither An' decide, 'Let's run away'. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Scribbles [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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