Jackie Kay - Brendon Gallacher lyrics

Brendon Gallacher (For my brother Maxie) He was seven and I was six, my Brendon Gallacher. He was Irish and I was Scottish, my Brendon Gallacher. His father was in prison; he was a cat burglar. My father was a communist party full-time worker. He had six brothers and I had one, my Brendon Gallacher. He would hold my hand and take me by the river Where we'd talk all about his family being poor. He'd get his mum out of Glasgow when he got older. A wee holiday someplace nice. Some place far. I'd tell my mum about Brendon Gallacher. How his mum drank and his daddy was a cat burglar. And she'd say, ‘why not have him round for dinner?' No, no, I'd say he's got big holes in his trousers. I like meeting him by the burn in the open air. Then one day after we'd been friends for two years, One day when it was pouring and I was indoors, My mum says to me, ‘I was talking to Mrs Moir Who lives next door to your Brendon Gallacher Didn't you say his address was 24 Novar? She says here are no Gallachers at 24 Novar There never have been any Gallachers next door.' And he died then, my Brendon Gallacher, Flat out on my bedroom floor, his spiky hair, His impish grin, his funny flapping ear. Oh Brendon. Oh my Brendon Gallacher.