The Biggers
For George Philp
We are the biggers, puir buggers, the lads that pits ruifs owre yer heids: we're brickies an jyners an sclaters, an plumbers an penters an spreids; we're drivers o dumpers an hyst men, cley-davies an humphers o hudds, we're dargers an daft barriegadgies, in wellies an glaury auld duds.
We are the biggers, puir buggers, that shivs up yer ceilins an waas, ti keep yer heid dry when it's rainin, an keep yer erse warm when it snaas. Taptaes alang scaffoldin battens, or doun i the grun howkin pitts, wi the stour o cement an o timmer, in wir sweit an wir bluid an wir spits.
We are the biggers, puir buggers, that pits the flairs unner yer feet; wha tyauve in aa wins an aa wathers, in the het an the cauld an the weet. Thae artichokes, draughtsmen an siclike, micht craw that they've biggit yer hame, but dinna tak tent o thae buggers - it's the biggers that bigg't it - no thaim!
By David C Purdie Poem supplied by the Scottish Poetry Library |