WILLIE MACNAMARA

WILLIE MACNAMARA

by

Matt McGinn

There was a fella fae the Gallowgate

His name, it was Willie Macnama-arra

And the way he earned his living was

By gie’en short weight fae a ba-arra

A wee fly man fae Charlotte Street              

Has lost the place aw the ge-ether

He went up tae Willie in the middle o the street

Saying, 'Have you got eighteen and a tanner I could bo-orra?’

Says Willie, ‘It would cause me grief

And even cause me so-orra

For although I am a very generous man

I wouldna gie my granny an orange fae my ba-arra’

The wee fly man has the haud o Willie

And he's shaking him tae the ma-arra

And noo that he's shaken his entrails oot

He has thrown him on tap o the ba-arra

The polis are searching for the wee fly man

Through streets both broad and na-arra

Fae Glasgow Cross tae Springfield Road

Tae Parkhead and even fa-arther

The polis have gotten the wee fly man

They’ve put him in the Black Mar-iah

And he'll soon be up before Langmuir

For causing a' this bo-orra

Now this is the end of this sad sad tale

This sad sad tale o so-orra

But I'll go on writing these rare wee songs

And I'll maybe have another good one ready for you ra mo-orra