I May Be A Blaw-In Poem by Billy Henderson

Words & Music by Billy Henderson

Chorus

I may be a blaw-in, but I'm naw a blaw-weary
Wild rover no more, till ma lugs have went bleary,
Awaiting the muse wi' a brain like a peerie,
My livelihood’s goin' for a song.

1.Communities come and communities go,
And it’s whether in Kishorn or up in Dungloe,
But it’s something the city-folks never will know,
All wrapped up in their own morbid world.

2.I’ve played on the streets, in the pubs often sung,
I’m not fashed wi’ electric to acoustic aye clung,
Aye and though just a blaw-in never spoke wi’ forked tongue
And I’ve picked up some friends on the way.

3. I’ve put up wi’ hecklers, their gibes would appal ye,
Took the good wi’ the bad when the audience call ye,
But nothing’s more cheering as a roaring come-all-ye
To end a night’s tuneful soiree,

4. Contented wi’ mickle, I’m juist a jalouser,
Naw breingin’ my innermost thochts in the boozer,
Tak’ tent tae these sangs or you might be the loser,
It’s nice tae be nice is it naw?







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28.05.09