I was busking in Cornmarket one freezing day,
When two well dressed gentlemen passed my way .
I lifted my voice and sang my own melody.
The two men stopped and laughed and then they said to me .
Here's a tanner to go towards music lessons.
Some nice kids on the corner gave me their blessings.
They threw me a few quid and they made it quite clear .
We have a bit more respect than that around here .
We think you're ok busker,
This place is your home.
I stood there amazed for they had made me their own .
Though I was hungry and weak I stood on my feet
And played my music for all the kids on the street .
My eyes burnt like blazes and my feet felt like lead ,
But the busker and baker made their daily bread .
With an audience before me I went on to sing .
Lucky its not raining on the corner busking .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-07-28 08:26:34
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