Anither wee shovel o` dross before the year ends ! photos from the Legends and some random. Aw the best , Clackmannan boys and Lassies. We planned oor escape from the Patons mill lum and paddled doon the devon in an big oil drum at auld kennet pans we stopped for a hour tae pinch Drummonds plums and shake off the mill stoor back in the drum we pushed oor sels loose doon stream to Kincardine and the famous auld hoose we stopped for some pints and the lassies tae cuddle danced on the bar and swam round a puddle for brummles are sweet and sooriks are soor fareweel tae the toon clock farewell tae the toor were Clackmannan boys and a long way from hame sound the mull horn an we`ll come back again a quarter past yin we were flung oot the door back into the drum boys we ranted and roared then gripped by the hunger as we rocked aboot so we dooked in the nets fur a salmon or troot the Garvie boys shouted and aw shook their fists so we flung back the bones and vanished like mist we left behind Culross and the stink of its drains sailed under the forth brig and its rumblin trains for brummles are sweet and sooriks are soor fareweel tae the toon clock farewell tae the toor were Clackmannan boys and a long way from hame sound the mull horn an we`ll come back again at Aberdour , mill lassies sunbathed on parade we blew them a kiss as their oxters they shaved twelve o clock on the bass rock we softly did land and we shouted hey Beeton get the chips in the pan far out in the north sea our barrel did bob and we safely assumed that we`d aw lost oor jobs wi a bang and clatter intae a rig we did drift come aboard says the gaffer ah`ll gie ye`s a shift
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 22:28:43 +0000
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