My Brither Bill
Anonymous/D. Pearson
My brither Bill's a fireman bold,
He pits oot fires.
He's only twenty-five years old,
He pits oot fires.
He went to fight a fire one night,
When somebody shouted "Dynamite!"
Where ever he went he'll be alright
He pits oot fires.
My brither Bill's an astronaut,
He's on the moon.
He's only twenty-five years old,
He's on the moon.
He radioed doon the ither night.
The radar bleeped and gied us a fright,
A wee green man stood in the light
He's on the moon.
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