THE RAMBLER REMEMBERED written by James Stirrat:

THE RAMBLER REMEMBERED.

I’m appalled at the state of the bonnie wee well,
Which once crooned a laigh song to pleasure itsel,
I’m sure Hugh McDonald would be terribly pained,
That the basin is filled, only after it’s rained

The love that he had for the spring on the brae,
Where the hare steals to drink in the gloaming sae grey,
It would sadly diminish if he rambled once more,
Dehydrated the hare cannot run like before

The wild moorland birds can no longer take wing,
If the lark wet its whistle it never would sing,
And his friends that once drank there, in those bygone years,
Would stoop to its bosom and flood it with tears

And silenced forever, its low trickling voice,
Which he said he’d recall midst the turmoil and noise,
And the councils elected can all share the blame,
While the people of Paisley can all share the shame

                                                           JAMES STIRRAT