The
Last o’ the Donny-Wully's By
Exile A
sad farewell tae Donny, the last remaining Donny-Wully, One
o’ Stanleys notorious twins and son of legendary ‘Cully’, He
and his brother Wully, were an identical, inimitable pair, They
thought alike an' fought alike, went through life without care, Aye
they could fight like tigers, an’ they could drink like fish, Arrive
in Perth like angels an’ then go on the pish’, Have
a drunken disagreement, then a brutal bare-knuckle fight, Then
put their arms around each other, friends for the rest of the night, Rebellious
and wayward, were those hard working, hard living brothers, But
to their eternal credit they idolised their mother, She
never raised her voice tae' them, they did as they were told, God
bless you please Mrs Robertson, your twins were as good as gold, The
Store Street born identical twins whau no one could forget, Progressed
through life across the close from Effie and Jackie Tobit, As
schoolmates and teenagers they roamed wi’ my Uncle Wully, The
Robertson twins as bachelors died, the sons o’ well regarded Cully. Copyright
Calluna Publishing
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