Poor old Tattie Bogle
Living all alone
All his neighbours keep away
From his scruffy home
Shabby Tattie Bogle
Begging for his food
Hair unkempt and clothes all worn
Forever in a mood
Scarey Tattie Bogle
No one wants to meet
All the children run from him
When he walks down the street
Crazy Tattie Bogle
Screaming all night long
No one asks what’s wrong with him
Or stops his desperate song
Bye bye Tattie Bogle
Now Buried in the ground
No one there to speak of you
No memories to be found
Pity tattie bogle
Take a sympathetic view
For there but for the grace of God
Goes a man who could be you
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