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The black man in the Gaully.
Hey!, big man, dis yer mammie know yer oot, starin' at the wimmin as they're walkin'. P.C. McPhail's gonnae take ye tae jail, an' charge ye wi' stationary stalkin'. |
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William Pearce's Statue |
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The Library.
Hey!, you weans, gonnae shut yer traps, we cannae hear oorselves thinkin'? It wis murder bein' a wee boy in Govan, always bein' telt tae stoap. Stoap pickin' that scab, stoap scratchin' yer heid, |
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The Elderpark Library |
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stoap spittin', stoap pickin' yer nose an' eatin' it. An' when ye said that ye couldnae stoap, ye were telt. Stoap sayin' that ye cannae stoap, an' when ye said that ye couldnae stoap sayin' that ye couldnae stoap. Wi' a thump oan the heid at every word, ye were telt. Stoap sayin' that ye cannae stoap sayin', ye cannae stoap sayin' that ye cannae stoap. It wis murder. |
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An extract from the book. |
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The fish that never swam, 'cos it's mammie widnae let it. She had bought a swimmin' costume an' she didnae want tae wet it.
The tree that never grew, said, 'bein' big didnae matter. I blame it oan the fishes for drinkin' a' the watter'.
The bell that never rang, for the people oan the Sunday, said he 'didnae ring the bell for he thought that it wis Monday'.
The bird that never flew, said it's 'belly wis fu' o' marshmallow'. just between me an' you, I find that hard tae swallow. |
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A view of Govan Cross, around 1955 A close-up of the fountain |
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Rag and bone man The Lyceum Picture House |
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