Aunt Sarah wore her kilt a bit high sometimes….Godfrey loved it when Ma would tell them her story.Under blankets by the fire winter nights in their sitting room.The scent of her coffee and stale perfume meant Ma was in a good mood.In the firelight and her cigarettes glow she would tell him and sister Alice stories from long ago.
She told them of her Auntie Sarah the piper Aunt, also of the dreaded Uncle Lou.This was really all my daft mother knew…we were told Sarah was tall and a piper bold.She had coal black hair and fierce blue eyes her pipes would keen from dockyard to valley sides, asking all who passed on the high street in town drop a coin in my hat please drop a coin down -I’m raising the wind for my Laddie
ONE THING I’LL NEVER DO said Godfrey’s Ma is to watch you or Alice ever march off to war.. for Sarah never again saw her lad and I remember the eyes of my old dad marching the same High Street. So with a goodnight cuff to his shaggy head and one last shu tup Godfrey she sent him to bed. He would lie awake long after Ma slammed the door, he was very young but Godfrey knew there was no glory in war. Aunt Sarah wore her kilt a wee bit high she had coal black hair and fierce blue eyes drop a coin in my hat drop a coin for me I’m raising the wind for my Laddie. Bye Worzel.