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A Fairytale of Paisley
The road of destiny is long
And on that road a noisy throng
Determined me to make a move
To up my sticks and choose a groove
That wasn't quite a frying pan
Or too festooned with flames to fan
And so to Paisley toon I sped
Shy of romance, short of bread
And soon ensconced myself within
A one bed flat with bed and bin
From where I found my way about
Amongst the talent, dodging lout
Until I chose a comfy seat
In the Centre, in the heat
Armed with pad and idle pen
Watching eyes, and wondering when
I'd spot the girl with matchless class
When all at once that certain lass,
Almost knocked me off my chair
And left me twitching then and there
Had I no been so witless then
I would have said "Hello there hen"
And you'd have said "Get off my back,
Ya pompous grey haired rhymin' hack.
But witless was I then and when
We met at Etams on the bend
I watched you as you dannered on
An' sans a backward glance were gone.
I'm sorry I was lacking sense
‘Twas due to lack of confidence
I didnae quite appreciate
That you'd be looking just so great
But moments pass and chances fade
Hearts may break and hopes cascade
Into Paisley's swollen river
Should this parting be forever
Or so it seemed at least a while
‘til memories evoked a smile,
but, never let it be denied
I dithered when I should have tried
An' melodrama's no my art
I might have overplayed my part
For time soon fixed this blind fool's ass
As surely as all things must pass
So let us tae our tale return
Forget the heart dumped in the burn:
The gleaming square in Paisley toon
Has famous folk as weel as loon
To spread the word both far and wide
And justify her native pride.
Yon Sannie Wilson on the block
Dished oot monie a hefty knock
Wi a his weel turned rhymin' words
Until he took to breeding birds
In far flung Philadelphia
And the brothers Coates would help ye's a'
The chiselled words declare
When time's were hard and folks were pair
To such a bounteous extent
That toon folk built a monument
To show their heartfelt gratitude
That wi his cash he'd been sae good
And speaking o' the best o' men
wi rhyme sae blessed and razor pen
The multi-sided Rabbie Burns
In Fountain Gardens stands and spurns
The tacky turns that waste his name
As if his flaws should earn him fame
‘Twere better he had stilled his hand
Than fuel the fools who should be tanned
For dragging Scotland through the mire
For spitting on her finest fire
But nobler hearts remember still
True freedom's notes, our burning will
Tae hear that wistful tune ring out
In streets and halls tae banish doubt
To wake that clique in Holyrood
That breed who think that doing good
Means filching from the likes of us
And freedom means abuse of trust
Aye.. matters serious press in:
Your Hospital was for the bin
Had pressure no been brought to bear
Upon the suits who dinnae care
Their latest trick is cutting beds
Perhaps you should be banging heads
And yon new brig we cannae cross
Is surely working at a loss
Built by Lewis Carroll's Hatter
For ease o' stepping in the watter
They'll need tae start the thing fae scratch
Or fake a massive patterned patch
And just across the street a sign
That legal change can be benign
Nineteen smokers in a huddle
And butts enough to boil a puddle
That Mecca crowd have sorely whinged
Since their carpet's no been singed
I hear they're bussing up fae Ayr
To breath clean air that's going spare
And further doon, outside Phat Sam's
A wonbag there wi massive hams
Was sucking fag-ends off the street
To keep the smokers' footwear neat
By bla'n' them up amongst the stars
And storing nicotine on Mars,
As, from the east the nicht rolls roon
And folds across al Paisley toon
Her freight o' gifts for dawn tae bring
Oor wee bit joy, a sang tae sing...
... for onward flows the River Cart
And forward flees time's silent dart
The loves and hopes o' men abide
As constant as the throbbing tide
Oor tenure here is fleeting tho'
Brief as the swirlin' flake o' snow
An' dreams, oh dreams, they carry us
Beyond the stars, then bury us
The future's sweet talk turns tae snash
A moment precious, then we're ash
We walk a tightrope through this life
Between the primrose and the knife
Between the eagle and the louse
Between the vixen and the yowes
We're in the wind, we're in the wave
Bright as sunlight, dark as the cave
An' from the dust and from the sky
We carve our truth, we shape the lie
An' weave ourselves some kind o' sense
Beyond the gates of innocence
And noo, I'm neither bold nor blind
I'm stuck here on the path that's lined
We dared the music way back when
And I jigged all the wrong steps then
I left you standing on the shore
But now it's clear, the ceilidh's o'er
Yet there's a certain sweetness in
The thought that we might meet again
Tae sit an smile at might have beens
When we were special in oor teens
Or maybe yince I'll catch your eye
An' yin o' us will chance a "hi".
10 05 07 Paisley
poem
by
Jim Hogg
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