We didn’t live too far from Barlinnie prison in Glasgow. There was always someone whose “da had gone up to the big hoose” while the younger members of the family went to the local borstal. The prison was a big part of east end life. We even had a wee song we used to sing about it.
Ah wannie go hame, ah wannie go hame
Tae ma wee hoose in Barlinnie
An when a get there ah’ll pull up a chair,
an waash ma face in a tinny
The porridge is great, ye dont need a plate
Ye only need a hammer an a chisel
Ah wannie go hame, ah wannie go hame
Tae ma wee hoose in Barlinnie
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