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As A Boy

Often I think back to when I was a boy, oh so many years ago

Playing as a child in the fields, and in the winter snow

Memories of those days, linger in my heart

One day I will return, to where my childhood did start.

In the old tower, where Bruce once fought

Looking over to Stirling, to where the English, Wallace caught

Raiding the Minister’s apples, and Mum making an apple pie

Old Tom Kettles the cop, would catch us, often make us cry.

Those were the days when life was full of fun

Playing with our friends, at catch and run

Daffodils were my flower, and many I had

Often I got caught stealing, I guess I was bad.

Dad was a coal miner, deep down in the ground

He’d carry me on his shoulders, happiness was all around

Life was tough in those days, when every penny counted

War was on, the enemy surrounded.

So many of our friends, have passed away

Their memories linger on, even to this day

Oh I wish I was a child again, back in my childhood days

Back in my village, back in our old quaint ways.

Clackmannan was my home, where I grew up

And my little dog, I got as a pup

We’d roam around together, with not a care around

One day I will be, to Scotland I’ll be bound.