I moved down to this coldrife toon, beside your toony breed.
While in the shops and in the pubs, I've listened to your patter.
At first I thought I had the plague, the more I heard your chatter.
I thought I'd gained your friendship and try as best as I can
But all I hear is your pious cry "He's no a Neilston man"
Having resided in the bonnie village of Neilston Scotland for over thirty five years, I am still considered an 'ootsider frae Glesga'. Ian Charters from the village wrote this poem aboot himself not being 'a Neilston man'
For the full poem...click onto ... I'm a Neilston man.
I would like to thank Ian for his pemission to allow his poem to be shown on the internet... D.McI.