A Haund across the warldBy Bobby Rogerson
By nae means first tae dauner faur Across the boundless Earth; Aye tempted by yon wand’rin’ star Tea leave my land o’ birth. Nor first tae feel the michty chain That girds the warld sae wide, An’ locked around the wand’rer’s heart, Fast binds him tae Strathclyde!
No, not the first---an’ not the last--, Tae dwell mid foreign scenes, An’ not the first tae pey the price O’ pairtin’ wi’ his freends; But hey!—did ever man receive Sic “multi-salutations”? --Frae “Lily Burns Club, 94”, An’ signed by hauf the Nation!!
But, I’ll be back tae “share a word” Wi’ a’ you Lads an’ Lasses, An’, hopefully, “a’ spair’t an’ weel”, We’ll share some reamin’ glasses; An’ if he wha Hornbook met ae nicht O’ some auld Freends has ‘reft us, May they a’ hae spent a week in Heav’n ‘Fore “Clootie” kens they’ve left us!!
Bobby Rogerson
No—not the first---a communication between two aul friends of many years past; “Pinkie” Stewart, who left Loch View for New Zealand, lived on in the memory of his old Pal “Big Wull Gray”. Wull’s epistle tae Pinkie may well look like a verse from the mighty McGonigle, but the feeling of friendship and affection rings through---
BIG WULL’S EPISTLE TAE PINKIE
“In a’ my thochts I love ye still; I’ll meet ye oan Dalhanna Hill; Castle Races Hognanay, Horses beans an’ BIG WULL GRAY |