A Little Scottish Lady
Out the Parkview end of town
Hang a left down Valencia Street
Lived a little Scottish lady
I loved to meet.
Over the railway bridge
Left of the park
Lived that little Scottish lady
Who is close to my heart
In a little council flat
Down a trim cement path
Was a little little lady
Who loved to have a laugh.
She’d tap her foot
And sip sweet sherry
Blow up a tune
To make life merry.
Down the main street
At the Yanco end of town
She’s at the Soldiers Club
Pulling the handle down.
Out at the Legacy ball
Her vision getting hazy
Tapping toe and nodding head
Singing, “Daisy, Daisy”.
With eyesight fading
She’d walk to town
Then came the white stick
To help her get around.
She moved to the Villa
As the sun slowly set
On a loving little Scottish lady
We can never forget.
21/12/2007
Copyright Craig Buller 2007. All rights reserved