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Thirty seven ago my wife and I went through a sore trial in our lives. We lost a business, our car and all our money. We had to sell practically all our personal items in order to get through each day.

One item we kept was a small cassette/radio, it was our only means of entertainment and light relief.

Every Sunday night we looked forward to sitting down and listening to Sidney Devine's (old steak & kidney) hour long music show. His show was exceptional and he played many fantastic songs and music of his taste. Country & Western and Scottish songs etc.

One Sunday he read out a request to be played of an old Scottish singer called Jimmy Neal (I think thats how it's spelt) Sidney was asked to play one particular song of Jimmy's for his wife, as Jimmy had died just a short while before. (Perhaps one of you good folks have heard of Jimmy and could tell me a little about him)

Anyway, I can still hear Jimmy's voice singing that song all these years later.....


He sang the following few verses followed by him telling a little story.....

I long to hear the melodies my mither used to sing.
The memories of my childhood days and the cheer they seemed to bring.
There's a magic in each melody that's gone beyond recall,
And the songs my mither used tae sing, were the sweetest songs of all.


I have heard the "Mavis Singing" she often sang tae me;
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes;
When I was but a child upon her knee.

T'was within a mile of old Edinburgh toon,
through the auld hoose used tae ring.
I'd gee the world tae hear again the
sangs my mither used tae sing.

Now he gives a sort of sigh and starts talking.....

Ayee, when you think of those days, y'know it really
does make you think, when you were a wee boy.
Every time I hear these songs it puts me in mind of
my mother, and when I was a boy.

And something I saw in Glasgow quite recently, put me
again in mind of it, I'll tell you about it.

I was just away doon tae ma work in the toon and I took
a shortcut through a wee lane.
When I heard such a noise frae a bunch o' wee boys,
so I had a look tae see whit they were daein.

They were playin' at fitba, wae jaekits for goalposts,
and their jaikits were muddy and soakin' wae rain.
But they were enjoyin' it sae well that a said tae masel'
it would be nice to be a wee boy again.

A' wiz jist gonay ask them if they wid give us a game;
maybe they'd think a wis insane.
but as a' kicked their baw back, a' still had the knack,
and a' felt like a wee boy again.

So as I looked over the years I felt ma age disappear,
just as quick as I'm sayin',
And what a'm sayin' the noo, is honestly true,
I felt like a wee boy again.

I can here ma maw shoutin' aye yee'll go for that loaf,
or a skelp in the ear yee'll be haein'.
I saw masel' playin at bools and plunkin' schools
and a wis a wee boy again.

Then a remember the Seturday penny,
the wan that we got when we were a wean.
An' the things that it bote and the load that ye gote.
Oh it would be nice tae have those days again.

But the time was wearing on, a said a'd better be goin'
or the sack frae ma work I'll be haein.
And as a waved them goodbye, ma hert said wae a sigh,
Oh tae be, jist a wee boy again.

You know, God bless her, I'd gee the world tae hear again
the sangs ma mither used tae sing.