A Glasgow Poem

Faither told her, senga doll, You'll have to find another. I'd just as soon yo' ma don't know, But joe is yo' half brither.

So senga put aside her joe And planned to marry wull. But after telling faither this, He said, 'there's trouble still.'

You can't marry wull, my doll, And please don't tell yo' mither. But will and joe, and several mo' I know is yo' half brither.

But mither knew and said, my doll, Just do what makes yo' happy. Marry will or marry joe; You ain't no kin to pappy.