This greeting’s no’ my usual Habbie
But happy birthday dearest Rabbie;
Your presence as oor national Bard
Will be oor ultimate reward:
The date, has finally been set
But dinnae fear or dinnae fret,
This great event is what we offer;
Indeed! This is a special supper,
culminates this grand affair
Five-hundred years o’ Maybole flair.
your permission my poet frien’
Let’s meet upon the Station Green,
We’ll glorify Auld Maybole’s wealth
An’ raise a glass tae cheer her health,
The thocht o’t pats me in a swither
An’ binds us a’ tae ane anither.
This bonnie toun has broad appeal
Its first five-hundred it’s done weel,
The next five-hundred wha’s tae ken
They’ll still be doubts noo an’ again,
An’ as the moderns raise their voice
She’ll cradle them an’ they’ll rejoice;
Far reaching are her secret dells
An’ magic are her ancient spells.
What sae you then, we tak a daun’er?
An’ raise oor voices an’ oor banner;
We’ll hae a walk tae Cultezeoun
An’ bide beneath auld Peden’s Crown
Perhaps we’ll sprackle up yon brae
An’ greet Doon valley’s wild array.
Let’s view Baltersan as we pause,
An’ praise Crossraguel for her cause;
We’ll spy the years amid the dawn
An’ view what ancients looked upon.
Then in the shadow o’ Mochrum Hill
We’ll reminisce, wi’ nae ill will!
It’s clearly been a wheen of year,
Syne you hae reveled in this sphere;
Let’s walk the vennels high an’ low
An’ see wha rallies as we go?
micht as weel delight in folk
Wha relish life an’ daily yoke.
We’ll hear their crack an’ gie a listen
An’ that perhaps is a’ we’re missin’;
Let’s relish every hoose an’ ha’
For likely soon we’ll gang awa’,
But they’ll be here tae stoke the fire
An’ haud Maybole tae its desire!
truly ancient High Street flourish
Remains the center o’ this parish;
Its entrance hauds the Castle gate
Its grandeur’s spent but no’ its fate,
There’s history hid within its towers
An’ lovers sealed within its bowers.
Its Toun Hall is a classic sight
minds me o’ my youthful plight,
Whaur as a hapless youth discarded
Somehow I kent I’d be rewarded.
This walk thro’ toun I did enjoy,
But there is business tae employee;
please! Accept this invitation
Its only plea — anticipation:
Dear friens an’ revelers, ane an’ a’
The Bard has sworn tae gie a ca’;
We’ll venerate baith poem an’ sang
An’ who o’ us will no’ be thrang?
So, wi’ this vote an’ confirmation
Let’s raise oor glass in jubilation
An’ as the chosen date draws near
Nae need tae worry or tae fear;
There is nae fairer Bard than he,
There is nae better cause or plea
An’ on the appointed day at dawn
Let’s a’ meet on the Station lawn,
Tae ponder present, past an’ future
An’ elevate the auld toun’s stature.
While some may stand an’ ithers fa’
The Carrick’s pride is shared by a’;
We’ll meet on this historic day
An’ ca’ the crack afore we stray.
Let’s clasp a memory tae oor breast
An’ keep in mind, we’re truly blest;
Let’s drink a toast in joy, not sorrow
Remembering life, we only borrow.
Noo every word is braidly etched,
This lang effusion seems far-fetched,
But on this page in Lallan rhyme,
It’s still a dream way past its prime.
But as for Maybole’s celebration
We’ll cherish Rab’s participation;
So, birthday wishes frae ane and a’
An’ in the meantime, tweet or ca’:
January 10, 2017
Maybole’s 500th. Anniversary Supper