The Children Of The Glen : Sent in by one of our Visitors "Fred McNeill". (c)

The Children Of The Glen

As children kissed their Mammy's goodbye
Daddy's and Grandparents
hugged their young weans
waved them bye bye

O how they never imagined
they would never return
when children gathered together
in the heart of Paisley town
looking forward to having loads of fun

given coppers for the matinee
cowboys with guns riding into the sun
their pockets filled with bags of yummy sweets
to see them through the show
such a delightful treat
little smiles did glow

the season of goodwill was still to be fulfilled
when families where preparing
the birth of a New Year
as Mothers had a list of needy chores
to first foot family, close friends
and loved ones dear
a wee dram of whiskey with a glass of beer

running skipping laughing in joy
along those stone cobbled streets
today we still think of those girls and boys
from North South East and West
O how Paisley town was in deep distress

as children gathered at Paisley cross
we never knew it would be
our towns greatest loss
the children of the Glen
joy then turned to sorrow
when somebody cried fire
never again will their parents
touch smiling faces tomorrow
from Streets and Lanes
you could hear the weans call

O how that tragic Hogmany day 1929
when we lost the young so small
a dark cloud soon hovered over tearful Paisley skies
the day the innocent died
from every corner street
you could hear our community weep
that day 31st of December
in our hearts we shall always remember
the children of the Glen