Pie please.

Scotch pie. Pie ‘n’ chips.

Salt and vinegar, just the job.

Wrapped in the news, it cost two bob.

 

Doon Kirk Loan an roon’ the bend, clutched tae my heart like ma best friend,

Ah fund a bench, and there ah stopped

Spread the feast across ma knees.

Wished ah’d remembered tae ask fer peas.

 

But now ma frozen fingers pick, first the crust and then a chip

Burnin’ haunds an scalded tongue, salt n’ grease upon my lip.

On frosty nights there’s nothin’ better,  pie and chips and bein’ tegether.

 

A chip fer you and twa fer me.

Hot and steamin’ now the meat, pastry-crusted what a treat.

Lick yer fingers, gies a kiss

Ah love ye doll but widnae miss

Ma Friday nights wi’ pie ‘n’ chips.