After last week's singaround I forgot to post the words of the song that I had sung, and I've now remembered. I had folk-processed it a little, but here it is as sung by Adam McNaughtan, whose song it is.

Old Annie Brown

Oh Glasgow is ruthless: our town can be cruel tae its own
And Glasgow's indifference left an old woman alone.
Six months she lay dead, before her body was found.
Fa' the Calton she came
And her name
It was Old Annie Brown.

She had stayed in the East End o' Glasgow for all of her days.
Looked after her folks when her brothers were wed and away.
And Annie was fifty when she saw her mother laid down.
There was never the chance o' a man
For Old Annie Brown

So she thought she would stay in the Calton that she knew sae well.
But the city was changing, faster than Annie could tell.
And the people who could moved out as the district came down.
There were few neighbours there
To care
About Old Annie Brown

Now she bought all her food in a big London Road superstore.
And the manager said "We get old folk in here by the score.
So how should I notice if one of them isn't around?
But record my regret
For the death
Of Old Annie Brown".

Dae you know the old woman that stays five or six doors away.
What would you do if you didn't see her today?
If you missed her all week would you, maybe, take a look round?
Don't wait till you miss her
Her name might be Old Annie Brown.