Tumped Up Charges Poem by Billy Henderson

BUMPED UP CHARGES.
Lyrics by Nellie H. Brydson
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1. I'll sing tae ye a woesome tale, and ah hope ah dae it proud,
Concernin' the son o' young Fred Trump and Mary Anne Macleod
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And sing ‘Nay Donald, No Donald, dinnae they rue the day',
And sing ‘Nay Donald, No Donald, dinnae they rue the day',

2. Young Fred hailed fae New York, into real estate big way,
Mary Anne was a Gaelic lass born south o' Stornoway.

3. Noo they had raised a family o' five, twae lasses and three loons,
But the fairies swapped yin boy far a sluagh, as they were da'in their roon's

4. This thing grew up a spoilt brat wi a siller spin in his mou',
Buyin' companies, buyin' freens, they syne wud learn tae rue.

5. His empire grew & grew & grew, until he reached the tap,
Hirin' firin' hirin' firin' wi' the ‘yes' men on his lap.

6. Then in Junuary-17, the world turned upside-doon,
When the King o' Kings took his richtfu seat, sportin' his jester's croon.

7. But the grapes o' wrath fae ping-pong-ba, naw weeks or days but oors,
Though the King o Kings' quick retort was "my button's bigger than yours".

8. "We'll arm oor jannies & teachers too", their gun laws make me laugh,
Sticks & stanes may brek yir banes, but an ‘Uzi'll cut ye in half,

9. So make yir peace wi' kith and kin, crack open that bottle o' rye,
Then stick yir heid between yir knees and kiss yir erse goodbye.