I ken ye dinna like it lass, the winter here in toon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the scaldies a misca us, and they try tae bring us doon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And it’s hard tae raise three bairns, in a single flae box room<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I’ll tak ye on the road again, when the yella’s on the broom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chorus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the yella’ s on the broom, when the yella’ s on the broom<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ll tak ye on the road again, when the yella’s on the broom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The scaldies ca us tinker dirt, and they spurn oor bairn’s in school<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But fa cares fit the scaldies think, for the scaldies but a fool<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They never hear the yarlin’s song, nor see the flaxen bloom<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For they’re cooped up in hooses when the yella’s on the bloom<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nae sale for pegs or baskets noo, that used to bide our lives<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I seem to work at scaldies jobs, from nie o’ clock till five<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But we ca’ nae man oor maister, when we own the warld roon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I’ll bid fareweel tae Breechin, when the yella’s on the broom<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m weary for the springtime, when we tak the road aince mair<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T ae the plantin and the fermin, and the berry fields O Blair<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When we meet up wae oor kin-folk, frae a the country roon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And we yarn aboot wha’ll tak the road when the yella’s on the broom<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I ken ye dinna like it lass, the winter here in toon For the scaldies a misca us, and they try tae bring us doon And it’s hard tae raise three bairns, in a single flae box room But I’ll tak ye on the road again, when the yella’s on the broom. Chorus. When the … <\/p>\n