Creation
Creation
by Alfred Abernethy
When I cam by the burning sun
It winked at me and said, ‘My son.
If houghmagandy what’s you need
Yed better try Barheid’
Says I tae God
‘It’s baser laws
That navigate my itching ba’s
Tae safer places.
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Gie me a keek at Connel street
Where all are welcome up each stair
And every mother, sister, brother
Is born sin clear.’
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The Lord had washed me clean of sin.
‘I’ll have to ask yon lovely yin,’ he said.
Wha keeps heaven’ s store in bread. Forbye.
I love her oven.’
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Then up and spak an auld auld carl.
And Dougie was his name.
From Taynuilt unto Benderloch
Eloquence was his fame.
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‘At Connel no one lands their plane
They charge ye by the meter
And if ye want God’s Connel oven
Ye’ll have tae ask Saint Peter’.
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