Rather than being all mopy about my precious mother on her birthday I thought I’d have some fun. So I wrote this little ditty.
It’s your birthday! Mammy dear.
You’ve made it through another year.
It’s no been easy, it’s no been fun
but you made it through, ye urnae done
And we’re awffy glad yer hinging oan
it geis us cause tae gripe and moan
On who’s to share yer compan-ee
And who gets left tae make the tea.
Aye yer dearly loved Mammy Bear
The words jist cannae tell it
Ye gave yer all tae a hoose fu o’weans
And lived tae tell aboot it.