De Pan O' Scouse*
Me Liverpewl Nan wooz a jewel rerSpreadin' 'er loov ev'rywer
Four foot wide an' four foot tall
Coookin' Scouse fer woon an' all.
Me Mam, Me Da, me an' me brooder
Our George, Our Fred, an' any ooder
Dat 'appened to be in t'ouse dat day
She'd never send 'em starved away.
When Da', Our George an' Ooncle Fred
An' t' builder fella in t' big sper bed
Coom in from weeark ther'd alluz be
A great big pan o' Scouse fer tea.
Loads o' taters, and' oonions too,
Wi' mooton, meks a mansize stew.
Yer never oongry wi' a pan o' scouse
Booblin' an' smellin' out de 'ouse.
THE YEARS HAVE PASSED, 'ME NAN' IS GONE
BUT STILL THE MEMORY LINGERS ON
OF THE OLD BLACK RANGE, AND THE GREAT BIG PAN
OF SCOUSE MADE BY ME LIVERPOOL NAN.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2010-11-19 at 21:38
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