The rag man comes doon oor street
He blows his trumpet, no notes
just a bleep
A woollen jumper and rags he cries
From his lorry as he passes by
Windmills. balloons and candy bars
Give the weans a treat.
Oor Rose's dress looks neat
For playing housewives in the street
But I think its seen its day
So to the rag man I'll give it away
Oh oor Rose's looking oot the windie
Oh Lord she's kicking up s shindie
I think I better run so far
So I can eat my candy bar.
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