When Barney and Rose tied the proverbial knot
To Giffnock they fled and a home with many cots
Boys then girls repeating so often
Wee Joyce came along and has never been forgotten

In stone her dad carved a sign with such meaning
Watching the neighbors stand wondering, all livid and steaming
Joyce she decided that sign was a blessing
Getting on with her life and no time for messing

Through primary school and then onto chedar
Her mother’s eye kept watching her like police radar
So many friends but none more than Audrey
Dressed to the nines and never too shoddy

‘Twas this way she met her husband to be
On a date one Sunday in Fifty Three
Jack was his name, or that’s what she thought
Told him her price and that she’d never be caught

An offer came sprightly around Fifty Six
Jack always said there were many more chicks
He told her with grace that his wife she would be
Then married her quickly, Joyce was all out to sea

After so many years assisting poor Jack
She quit in a hurry as Alan broke her back
Then Ruth and Barbara they followed with ease
Telling Jack ‘just one favour, no more kids please!’

From Williamwood to Orchard Park then a return to her nest
Giffnock stood waiting again for that test
Lonsdale was large until Rose, she moved in
An extension with bathroom and fresh bread baked in tins

All three of her kids grew up oh so fast
Thinking back to the days when her menu was a blast
There was mince and then fish and often chicken to boot
Leftovers on Sunday were sometimes a hoot

She managed so well with precision and courage
Children with sparkle growing up well to flourish
At no time did charity stand in her way
Cancer Research taking up almost all of her days
Never asking nor wanting always giving with pride
So much money raised with her team by her side
One event following another so large
No wonder they always placed Joyce right in charge

Then London did beckon with all three long gone
Married but living close to her brand new home
Meeting on Fridays for that chicken and broth
Fighting for sweeties and a dirty table cloth

Adam and Paul then Rachel appeared
Lee before Richard, Joyce became scared
Wondering how many and if it would stop
Then Brianna, the surprise one, finished this crop

So six was her number, which it is ‘til today
Now seventy strikes, she smiles with dismay
“How could I have gotten so old and so fast”
Jack looks and he tells her, “Och you’ve really had a blast”

Fighting hard for survival she beat all the odds
Looking down on those doubters whom she calls ‘stupid sods’
No doctor or nurse can stop this freight train
Getting up every morning even though she’s in pain

Whether mum or just Joycey, she lives by the book
No harsh words to her friends or her family she spoke
We love her to bits and we hope that she’ll stay
Fit and healthy for many more years, we all pray

So this time as we gather to say well done to Joyce
Remembering all that came forth from that wee Scottish voice
Happy 70th to a woman we know and we love
And thanks also to God who watched her from above.