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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392585" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Growing up in Greenock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Broomy it was home to me<br> In a different time and place<br> My mind drifts back to long ago<br> And brings a smile upon my face<br> <br>Bruno's chips and tick fae Pat<br> And lard from the butchers shop<br> The Broomhill Bar and tally vans<br> Which Bruno always tried to stop<br> <br>Snowball fights in winter-time<br> And sledges racin doon the hill<br> And snowmen seen in every green<br> And extra socks to fight the chill<br> <br>In summertime the days were long<br> We wandered far and we were free<br> To climb the hills and walk the cut<br> As long as we were hame for tea<br> <br>Fitba games and soldiers too<br> And curby on the street<br> And tennis at the Mill St Park<br> And youth clubs where we would meet<br> <br>Morton games and Morton rolls<br> And pies and Bovril too<br> The Cowshed boys and Dublin end<br> They all come into view<br> <br>Drunken men with change for weans<br> And fights ootside the pub<br> Fish and chips and carry oots<br> Now where's the joy, ah there's the rub<br> <br>Nick-names runnin through ma mind<br> Reminds me of so many friends<br> Some-how faded in the mists of time<br> When did our names come to an end? <br> <br>There was Squid and Elmo, big Slim too<br> Snooper, Scally, Paw and Sire<br> Now all the names have ceased to be<br> In time these alias's retire<br> <br>There was railroad tracks and chooky hens<br> And rope-works in dis-repair<br> Harry Friels and the Murdy dam<br> Ye dare not swim in there<br> <br>The Mavy boys would come to fight<br> Brave men would hold the line<br> Carry oots up the Broomy park<br> And beer washed doon wi wine<br> <br>We raided orchards, climbed for cheggy's<br> And always looked for old pram wheels<br> In darken cellers and scrapyards too<br> With watch-dogs snappin at oor heels<br> <br>Only the bravest of the brave<br> Would race doon Mount Pleasant St<br> But that's where bravery was born<br> To survive was no mean feat<br> <br>Golf baw divin up the Beezy<br> Only attempted when hot and breazy<br> And when a Strojan wid appear<br> We ran doon hills, laughin wi fear<br> <br>Commando courses through the backs<br> Faces blackened in the night<br> Through Lemon, Lime and Pine St too<br> And the man would shout ' Go on ya wee shite'<br> <br>A portion o chips bought wi bottles<br> Ah they never tasted so sweet<br> Around every corner they might be found<br> Lemonade bottles in the street<br> <br>Chips for yer tea every night<br> With a quarter of spam, what a joke<br> And ma mother never fails to correct me<br> 'It wisnae spam, it was chopped ham and pork'<br> <br>And when asked for a raise for her keep<br> My sister replied with alarm<br> 'Five extra pounds a week<br> For two extra slices of spam? '<br> <br>And now we look through rose coloured glasses<br> At all our childhood days gone by<br> Days that are gone and lost forever<br> We look in the mirror and we give a sigh<br> <br>But look again and shut your eyes<br> Can you hear the children play? <br> These days are gone, but in your heart<br> They're never very far away</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+McEleny">Frank McEleny</a><div class=q>
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 In a different time and place
 My mind drifts back to long ago
 And brings a smile upon my face
 
Bruno's chips and tick fae Pat
 And lard from the butchers shop
 The Broomhill Bar and tally vans
 Which Bruno always t..."></div>
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