Iain MacKintosh used to sing a fine song called "My Old Man" . I don't recall much of it but it started with I miss the old man tonight, I can almost see his smile With his old hat and his big cigar, He could look you in the eye and sell you a car. It goes on to He never talked about the war, In France when he was 18 The day they put him in a trench, Was the day he learned sense and never again used violence. And ends with For the first time since he died Late last night I cried, I'd wondered when I was going to do that, For my old man. It really is a fabulous sensitive song. The last verse always led to lots of reflection and not a few sniffles.
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