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The old tin shop



Th’address was 1, Carnmoney Road,
The village, Glengormley,
’Twas in the nineteen hundreds,
An air, so eerily.
In better days, and summer,
Outside she’d serve some tea,
A table in her garden,
Side door, would gain entry.
Whene’er you entered through front door,
Alerting bell would “ding”
You might have had to wait a bit,
Her presence, for to bring.
Wearing long skirt, few whiskers.
A covering apron too,
Always pleased to welcome
Delighted to serve you.
No new fangled contraptions
Step back, in history,
The Rocket machines with ‘bubble gum’
Were sold for just 1d
Her cash till too, old fashioned,
Well, why waste her money ?                     
 It did the job she needed
When serving you or me.
The ‘BlackJacks’ and ‘Fruit Salad’
A ‘farthing’ each, would be,
Then ‘single cigarettes’ would sell
T'almost any body.

Her ‘sliders’ were “to die for”
Hand made for goodness sake,
A stool to help her delve in
Her freezer, them to make.
She was a Village icon,
And what is she to me?
The lady in the old tin shop,
Whose name was “Sadie Lee”

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