Donald Where's Your Troosers

Andrew J. Smith

Message 3997 · 25 Apr 1996 23:07:24 · Fixed-width font · Whole thread

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I thought the appropriate line was "since we moved to Castlemilk, I'm
wasting away". Doubtless it was changed so as to accommodate those who
didn't know where or what Castlemilk is, though if you don't, the song
doesn't make much sense.

A reliable source is "The Scottish Folksinger" edited by Norman Buchan
and somebody else, though I'm sure it's long out of print. I'm not sure
who wrote "Skyscraper Wean" -- it has the feel of a Matt McGinn song.
Anyone know for sure?

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On Thu, 25 Apr 1996, Alan Bell wrote:

> Moray McConnachie wrote:
> >
> > The reason there may be a little confusion is that the words COurtney cited
> > in his original posting are the words to some kind of medley with the
> > well-known Glasgow anthem "You canna shove your granny off a bus" mixed
> > in there somewhere to the tune She'll be coming round the mountain.
> > Incidentally, can anyone remember how that equally idiotic number about a
> > ballacher falling out of a tower-block balcony after his jammy piece
> > goes? And to what tune?
> > Yours,
> > Moray McConnachie
>
> I assume you mean "The Jeely Piece Song" by a banjo playing, moustached
> scottish folk singer whose name escapes me at the moment.
> It comes from the practice of mothers throwing sandwiches (pieces)
> from tenement windows to their children playing below, something not
> possible once the tenement blocks had been demolished in favour of high
> rise flats.
>
> Alan Bell
>
>
> The Jeely Piece Song
> ---------------------
>
> I am a syscraper wean
> I live on the nuneteenth flaer
> An' I'm no goin' oot tae play ony maer.
> Since we've moved tae oor new hoose
> I'm wastin' away
> Cos I'm gettin' one less meal every day.
>
> Chorus:
> Oh, ye canna throw pieces oot a twenty story flat
> seven thoosand hungry weans'll testify tae that
> be it butter, cheese or jeely
> be the breed plain or pan
> the odds against it reachin earth are ninety nine tae wan.
>
>
> On the first day, my ma threw a slice o' malted broon
> It skited oot the windae an' went up instead o' doon
> now evert twenty seven oors it comes intae sight
> for my piece went intae orbit and became a satelite.
>
> Chorus
>
>
> On the next day my maw theought she'd try again
> This time the piece collided with a fast low flying plane
> The pilot scraped it from his goggles and shouted through the intercom
> The Clideside Reds have got me wi' a breed an' Jeely bomb.
>
> Chorus
>
> On the third day my ma would have another go
> The Salvation Army band was playin' doon below
> 'Onward Christian Soldiers' was the song they should have played
> But the oom-pah man was playin on a piece an' marmalade
>
> Chorus
>
> --
> Alan Bell <xxxxx@xxxxx.xx.xx>
>

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