When I was wee, we played street games,
An’ aw oor neebors knew oor names.
We played up hills, or in the park.
Only went hame when it wis dark.
We held wee concerts oot the back
And aw oor pals played in a pack.
We’d ask for ‘Brokies’ fae the Van
Caught Baggy Minnows wae a can.
On Saturdays we got some money
Go tae the matinee, if it wisny sunny.
Play Jacks, or Jiggies. Bounce a Ball,
Buy Comics, Chips or a Lee’s Snowball.
The Rag Man came and blew his trumpet.
We’d get a balloon. Like it or lump it.
We’d go wee trips Doon the Watter.
Having nae money didny matter.
No more football in the street,
Or bursting tar bubble wae yir feet.
Nae mair trips doon tae the pawn.
Those days were good, but now they’ve gone!
Ann Pryce