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QUEEN MARY, THE WEE BESOM QUEEN

By Durris P4/7

 

Queen Mary, Queen Mary, don’t make a mess

Look what ye’ve done, ye’ve ripped yer dress

Practice yer writin, gie me a rest

You keep on trying, just do yer best

 

Queen Mary, Queen Mary, you just come out

From under the table, stop runnin about

Ye’ll get yer dinner, there’s no need tae shout

If the wind changes ye’ll aye hae a pout

 

Queen Mary, Queen Mary, don’t touch that glass

You might trip over and end in a smash

Go get yer puppy and run on the grass

Yer no a wee besom, yer Scotland’s ain lass

DURRIS P4/7

DAPHNE COCHRANE

 

Daphne Cochrane, who’s that Daphne Cochrane

She’s the kid that pits the lid

On the Robertson’s marmalade

 

How I love her glossy hair, how I love her glossy hair

Her glossy hair, her glossy hair, oh oh oh oh

 

How I love her septic eyes

Her oily skin

Her chappit lips

Her cherry cheeks

Her eggy ears

Her shoulders sharp

Her nobbly knees

Her tangy toes

LOOK OUT, IT'S RED BEARD

By Durris P4/7


Watch out, Red Beard's about

Watch out, Red Beard's about

Watch out, Red Beard's about

Watch out, Red Beard's about


He might give you a punch

He might steal your lunch

He might munch your crunchy fingers OFF!


His blood-red eyes are weird

Old fish live in his beard

Snakes live in his nostrils and they BITE!


Up on Montgower Hill

He's waiting there to kill

In his scarlet gloomy doomy CAVE!


He wrestles dinosaurs

Fecht him if ye daur!

Ye can snap his leg, crack his spine

He'll come back feeling fine

He'll rip you with his sharp and wretched hook …. LOOK!