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So here’s tae us a’,
assembled the noo,
A guid bunch o’ folks,
most honest and true.
For monies a lang time,
we’ve kept in touch,
A phone call, a chinwag,
it disnae tak much.
Gethert here fir Spittal
Trip Day, memories still fresh in mind,
Streamers, balloons,
dookin in rock pools, keen tae see whit we could find.
Nae Kelsae Kippers tae
blight oor shores, jist guid Jethart folk, most firm an sure,
Well, givin oor age,
maybe no sae firm, but nothing a Playtex can’t cure!
Ower the years oove lost
some guid freends, some fled tae lands far away,
Some deed on us, an some
peed on us, but the best are a’ here today.
But spare a thought fir
those no wee us, an’ fir those that remain slightly aloof,
What’s her names jist a
gossip, a snooty cow, and him, he’s jist a poof.
Now cast yer minds back,
dae ye remember Geoffrey Ing, Mrs Ing and their son hang-ing,
A dinnae mean ony
disrespect, fir Kenneth Ing was a guid freend o mine.
A genius wis he, with
strange hobbies and traits,
Like hypnotisin hens,
aye, and electrifying neighbours gates.
Aye there were mony
worthies in oor years,
Hammy and Danny, could
bring yee tae tears.
Mind, both Hammy and
Danny have had their share of torment,
In fact, only recently,
Hammy’s wife, up and went!
But dinnae firget Chisel,
Leister, Mick and Keeks,
Scrappers hard tae the
core.
Wi a punch an a kick
tapped aff wi a Glesgae kiss,
In nae time yeed be lyin
on the floor.
And for the ladies there
wis the Ridin twins,
And o’ women I hear they
had their fair share,
No havin’ enough in their
younger years,
Sheila and Sandra tell me
ther’ desparate fir mair.
Too mony names tae
mention, characters yin and ah,
There wis Hughsy, Shorty,
Tank an Davy, Jake and a much older Craw.
And the bonnie young
lassies that spring tae mind, still get the old blood a pumpin,
When yee wir meant tae be
studyin and writing essays, yer mind was focused on humpin.
Oh Norma and Maggie from
the upper year,
Clare, Pamela, June and
of course Slighty,
Wi’ er stunnin good looks
and well developed chest,
Nae wander ma right hand
wis strong an mighty!
But ah’ll ne’er forget ma
first glimpse o’ pussy, that treasured and coveted flesh,
Sittin in shool opposite
Cathy an Sandra, they gave is a flash unner the desk.
Now Cath if yer blushin
its cos ye ken its true, a think it wis primary one,
Gid jobe a wis stippit,
and no wordly wise, a thought it wis just fir fun.
But those days are gone
now, and in the past they must remain,
Playing ring a rosies,
doctors and nurses, alas we must refrain.
Older and wiser, some
follicly challenged and bigger roon the middle,
Ane glass o wine, a
couple oh beers, yer soon burstin fer a piddle.
When yer young, dum and
full oh c***, ye think ye have it all,
But the body soon goes,
the mind quickly follows, and gravity takes its toll.
Breests hangin low, limp
middle wickets, a sad reflection on age,
Pause . . .
Whit was a sayin, where
the hell am a, oh aye, a need tae turn the page.
But here’s tae us a’,
assembled the noo, a guid bunch of folks, honest and true,
Let’s treasure oor
schildays oor early years, that helped us face life withoot fear,
Love oor loved anes mair,
an live life tae the full, be guid tae others, honest, sincere.
So whenever yer doon and
feelin blue, be grateful yer here at a’,
And resist the temptation
, ne’er geeit a second thought, tae jump ower Castlewood wa’.
Aye here’s tae us awe,
lets drink and be merry, mak the maest o this special day,
Forget ony differences,
be a neeghbour and friend, and be ready for come what may.
Guid health to us a’, is
my only hope, a pray most every night, Amen.
God willing and wi’ luck,
weel a’ be here, te dae it again in 10.
Please be upstanding and
raise your glasses for a toast
Tae us a’
NOTE! For the readers.
The characters and
names mentioned in the above text are totally fictitious and bear no
resemblance to any persons passed or still with us. The events
depicted never happened either!
This text was sent to
me unani. anonimoosly by someone a dinae ken the week
afore Spittal Trip Day.
John
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