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A poem about Easthouses in the twenties

 

The gates,the lodge,Auld Jonnie noon,

The pigeon raw,an bottom o,the toon

Leezie Wallace,puir me,and auld Sandie broom,

The skull gates Miss Mackenzie,I,all write it a doon

 

Frae the water works the Beveridges close,

A,the hooses were filled with guid honest folks

The Campbell's, crossers, Strathearns and Shaws,

The Meeks,The Duncan's, then up Pigeon Raw,

 

Tae Davy Scott the East houses Poet

Mathy Ha, Auld Pakie along with, his goat

Eck Hynd,McCathie, and the young Jock Hugh's,

Doon tae the close puir me wi, his booze,

 

 

The Wilson's,the Walkers, and the Lessons too,

Intae the close were the Lilly,s were few,

Ye then crossed the street and intae

Where dwelt the Burnetts,Borthwicks,

A,few mair,

 

The Knights underneath and a lot up the stair,

The Allan's, Bess Kerr wi, the twins tae ensnare

Sandy Brunton and his Girr will always be there,

 

The backside where privates gave the place its

queer name

Many lids they were banged to the lads blushing

Shame,

 

Where many an innocent still knew who to blame,

Sairie,Jerry,Dobbie, an others to name,

An, some they were lassies,its all in the game.

The bus run tae Dalkeith was cheap an, quite

thrilling

 

In Cockburn's Elastic blue bus,

The drivers were always quite willing,

The squeeze on some mair without fuss,

 

Auld Dod and his eldest son Ally,

Were some o, the yins that kept doos,

The doomen were usually pally,

Till Rennes was the race in the news,

The doofolk were gethered at doocots,

With, loud shaking tins in their hands,

A prize was in mind an action an, thoughts,

If only that pigeon aid land.

Presiouse minutes were sweatenly passing,

As roon and aroon,they did wheel,

Keen to tae come in for a ration,

O,peas doos milk and oetmeal.

 

Gubbie and Nell were next in the

line,

Passed Jim Allan wi, lassies twa

Fine

Then on to auld May wi, three sons

Sae braw,

Alas,it greives me tae tell ye,

Big Will is the yinthats away,

 

The strike it was over the men

back to work

 

They then dug a haulage through

The auld lilly park,

 

They closed roon the vexom an,

Bryan's pit braw,

 

They built oversman hooses and

Can,ed roon pigeon raw,

 

The last yin ti fa, was old Davie

Scott,

 

Well known in the region as the ,

East houses poet,

 

Oor Labour Mp was Westwood can,es

Joe

 

In the hale o, the village he be,er

Had for,

He thought us ti sing a well worded

Lay,

 

And so we will recite in his fond

Memory,

 

Eight hoors work and eight hoors

play,

 

Eight hoors sleep and eight bob a

Day.

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