When I was a child they called me a wean
The place where I lived, not a home but a hame.
My mum was ma mammy, my dog was ma dug
My uncle was Hugh but to us he was Shug.
A potato - a tattie, a turnip - a neep
My house was a hoose and to cry was to greet.
A wisnae was wasn't, and did not was disnae
A kiss was a winch and a red face a riddy.
If someone was simple to us they were dolly
To go up the pub you were aff for a swally.
Up was still up but it coupled with doon
And your condiments limited - red sauce or broon.
My armpit - my oakster, my head was ma heid
And if somebody died, well that meant they were deed.