Quote#Wisdom
Drab is the town as a shawl-hooded crone
Quote byArthur Guiterman · 1871–1943
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Light Guitar (1923), The Lyric Baedeker: Glasgow", st. 2.
English (original)
Drab is the town as a shawl-hooded crone, And dreary and cold with a chill all its own. You ask them for bread and they give you a scone, In Glasgow.
— Arthur Guiterman
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