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                   THE  WEE  LASS  IS  AWAY

THE WEE LASS IS AWAY

My granddaughter Alexandra Laing has gone to
university to study Art


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Oh, what will mum and dad do now their wee lass is away? 
Oh, what will mum and dad do now their wee lass is away? 
She's gone up north to Aberdeen to join Gray's School of Art 
And left them both disconsolate with heavy aching heart.  

They thought she might get homesick and hoped she'd visit soon
They even bought a car for her to make the journey down
But she's made a lot of friends up there and she's happy to be free
They'll never keep her on the farm now she's seen Paree!

Her wee white cat is missing her and refusing to eat her food
The black one's skulking round the house in a suicidal mood
The hens are fighting in the yard and pecking at each other
The guinea pigs won't venture out; they're pining for their mother  

Her Jackie Lab and Sausage don't see much change ahead 
She never walked them anyway if she could stay in bed
And her horse'll need a blanket soon as the weather starts to cool
But she never got one last winter as the lassie raced to school

Her brother says he'll take her room for recording with his drums
But not until the floor's been cleared of cat litter and crumbs
He'll bring his band to practice there and though he is no prude
He wants the pictures off the walls of her art class model nude.

So life goes on at Redlands Lodge at a slower sadder pace
Everyone is missing her lovely smiling face
And all are looking forward to the day she's coming back
In ten weeks time and counting - the uni Christmas vac!




  




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    • Contact
  • Songs
    • Picture of GB without EU
    • Poutin's Out
    • Wild Drunken Lush
    • You Can't Do That
    • B-R-E-X-I-T
    • Ochone Blues
    • Bonnie Bessie Logan (Reply)
    • Selfie-Stick Blues
    • i_Blues
    • i_Blues (Reply)
    • Innovation Blues
  • Poems
    • The Wee Lass is Away
    • The Yachtsman
    • My Princes Street Girl
    • Willie Was There
    • The Mermaid's Daughter
    • The Five Sisters of Freuchie
    • A Decent Lass from Dairsie
  • Stories
    • His One True Love
  • Books
    • The Wazos >
      • Foreword
      • The Hoot Family
      • David and Victoria Peckem
    • Linden Bridge Is Falling Down
  • Bio/Blog
    • The Axe
    • A Cruel End
    • Poole's Roxy
    • THE RED MIST
    • Getting the Pea-Shooters
    • Driving the Jag
    • Holy Joe's Downfall
    • A Brush with Heroin
    • Fracas in Jablonna
    • A Near Thing in Auschwitz