I was born in an attic in a street called newark
no gas or electric it was always so dark.
The only light was an old oil lamp
the place was so cold and always felt damp
Life was never dull it was always aball
with wo brothers and two sisters it was fun overall
Then dad went off to war what was mum to do
with five of a family she was in a stew
Then the council decided it was best overall
That we leave the attic and move to woodhall
 This was a good move mum really was pleased
With so much room she was at her ease
Two bedrooms akitchen and a bathroom too
Gas and elecric at the turn of a screw
Neighbours next door it was hard to believe
And people downstairs it was hard to perceive
lots of children to play with a joy to behold
We were really welcomed into the fold
It was ok for us but mum had it hard
Wih five mouths to feed and no working dad
Well she took a job to keep us in food
And how she managed was really quiet good
This went on for years the duration of the war
as dad was a prisoner on some foreign shore
But thats all in the past dad came home from the war
and mum did not have to work anymore
Dad got a job and it all turned out fine
now we are all together when we sit down to dine.

A Poem By Bill Carolan

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What is Scotland all about?,
as a Scotsman I have no doubt.
We are a people who love our land,
so much so peoplecannot understand.

Why do we leave it if we love it so?
I will tell you the reasonwhy we have to go.

The shipyards the mills have all long gone,
not a lot of work to be had this is all wrong.

We need to work this is only fair,
no one can live on just fresh air.

So we leave our family and friends and go,
to find work elsewhere and we feel so low.

It breaks our to leave our homes,
to foreign countries we have to roam.

But wherever we settle we will never tire,
of seeing the rampant lion and of course the saltaire

So thats why we leave our homesand friends,
it is a case of we have to in the end.......

Why do we leave it if we love it so?

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