- albertkirkjunior
Hingin Aboot
Albert Kirk Jr
A'm urnae here tae tan yer hoose,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
A ken yer street is snod an douce,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
Nae need tae steek yer windaes shut,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
It wisnae me that burnt yer hut,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
A didnae malagruize yer dug,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
Some ither bodie sneckt its lugs,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
Yer pal got murthert yestereen?
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
It wisnae me the polis seen,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
Yer sauf eneuch tae gang tae sleep,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
E'en tho yer door's ajee a peep,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
Ye heard a jeegin on the stair?
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
Thon fitsteps on yer bedroom flair?
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
Ma fingers urnae in yer mooth,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
It's someb'dy else, tae tell the truth,
A'm ainlie hingin aboot;
A deek him in the seein-gless -
He isnae hingin aboot!
An leuks lik me, A maun confess,
A dout, A dout, A dout.