Ah’m no’ hard.
Ah’m no’ even that tough.
Bit ye see, Ah come fae Glesca,
So that seems tae be enough,
To send some people scurrying
Right off their mark,
Terrified I’ll chib them,
Attack them in the dark.
Bit ye see, it’s jist an accent,
‘Cos ah come fae this place
Jist lik you’ve got wan,
Mibbe nicer. Bit still an accent.
An’ a face.
Ah could dae Irish fur ye,
That sounds awright.
Ah’ve always liked that yin,
‘Cos it disnae gie ye a fright.
Or mibbe the Highlands cos
They sing a wee song,
Makes ye want tae dance
As if ye belang.
Or ‘ow about ze French?
I ‘ope eet’s not too bad
Been a leetle while seence I practeesed
So eet might sound a trifle mad.
But ah’m no’ fae they places
Ah’m fae Glesca, awright?
An’ ma voice is jist a voice
Wi’ an accent that’s no’ too polite.
A helluva wie tae judge people though,
Lookin’ at faces an’
Listenin’ as if ye could know
Whit they’re aboot,
Like ye know them so well,
Rubbish that is,
A terrible wie tae foretell
A person’s character, their
Values, their worth.
Makin’ judgements ‘cos folk are different.
Who dis that kinda stuff?
Ah’m no’ hard, ah’m tellin’ ye,
Jist a Glesca lassie that’s aw.
Inherited my accent
Fae ma da an’ ma maw.
Bit they always tellt me,
No matter yer station,
‘mind yer as good
As the rest ae the nation.
A message ah learnt
When ah wis jist wee
No’ tae judge others
‘cos ae where they’re fae.
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