Posts Tagged ‘adults’


Where you gang
Jimmy lad
dungarees and lunch in hand
Heavy boots adorn your feet
And knapsack placed upon your bk

I’m of to the farm it’s tattie time
The armies of howkers
Lassies and lads
Into the fields
Row on row
Pulling them in
Days too go

Seasons of fun
Are to be had
From tatties to berries
Fun times are had
Hard work for meager pay
Friendships made
Memories made
Fed and tended
By mother land

Farmers joy at harvest end
Onto the next job
On buses we field
Run free by employers too
Hasten us in
Good money too be earned
For greatness off yield
Summers fly by
No boredom to feel