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He was seven and I was six, my Brendon Gallacher.He was Irish and I was Scottish, my Brendon Gallacher.His father was in prison; he was a cat burglar.
The living room remembers Gran dancing to Count Bessie.The kitchen can still hear my aunts fighting on Christmas Day.The hall is worried about the loose banister.
Mek me tell you wha me mudder dowha me mudder dowha me mudder do
Me muder pound plaintain mek fufuMe mudder catch crab mek calaloo stew