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I think they would all get an ASBO now.

the coming of the wee malkies
(Stephen Mulrine)

Whit’ll ye dae when the wee Malkies come,
if they dreep doon affy the wash-hoose dyke,
an’ pit the hems oan the sterheid light,
an’ play keepie-up oan the clean close wa,
an blooter yir windea in wi the baw’ missis,
whit’ll ye dae?.

Whit’ll ye dae when the wee Malkies come,
If they chap yir door an choke yir drains,
An caw the feet fae yir sapsy weans,
An tummle thur wulkies through yir sheets,
An tim thur ahes oot in the street,
Missis, whit’ll ye dae?

Whit’ll ye dae when the wee Malkies come,
If they chuck thur screwtaps doon the pan,
An stick the heid oan the sanitry man,
When ye hear thum shauchlin doon yir loaby,
Chanting, “Wee Malkies! The gemme’s a bogey!”
Haw, missis, whit’ll ye dae?

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