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As hameward bound a walked yae nicht

Alang the street ablow the blue arc licht

Mah e’en beheld an awesome sicht

Sae verra odd,

Upo’ a gairden wa’ there sat

A muckle tod.

 

As the wheels o’ commerce trundled bye

Mess Tod sat doucely there oan high

Tae tirn an’ rin he didnae try

Jist held his seat

Unmoved by aw the traffic’s din

Made nae retreat.

 

Wi’ trepidation ah stepped near

An’ thus addressed his pricked-up ear

Come sirrah, whit blethers brings ye here

Midst human kind

Faur frae the wids an’ thorny braes

Whaur birnies wind?

 

Wi’ dainty paw he straked his mou’

E’ed me sidewa’s ‘neath lowered brou

Quo’ he ‘Ach man ah’ll tell ye true

The verra reason

Tis doon tae you an’ aw yir kin

Mah waefu’ treason

 

Foul man’s didease has thinned the coney ranks

Ferm birds are hoosed in muckle tanks

The deil has spread his wicked pranks

An’ cleared the trees

Whaur aince we dined oan pheasant kind

Wi’ practised ease.

 

We’ll sing nae mair the harvest min’

Nor ower the midnicht hillside rin

Pursuin’ hares an’ aw their kin,

Perchance a coot.

The treacherous haun o’ ghillie man

Has stairved us oot.

 

Licht brak ower me aince wi’in a cave

Hoo mah cubs an’ vixen ah micht save

The haunts o’ Man it’s we maun brave,

Their dens an soons

Faur frae the yowts o’ huntin’ packs

An’ slaverin’ hoons.

 

An’ sae Bold Reynard’s cam tae toon.

Ablow a rhodie’s settled doon

Wi’ cubs an’ vixen douce, a happy loon,

Wi’ aw his kin.

Weel fed each nicht oan creashie puss

Or wheelie bin.

George McEwan Oct. 2004

Poems of George McEwan

The Times Are Aye A-Chaingin'

Traveller

Blues for Billy

Shooglin

The Cairders Burn and Cultiezeoun

Kildoon

Summer Breakaway

Tak' Up Yir Glass

 

I attended Carrick Academy where I first met Billy Davidson. While staying in Ayr I started and for a number of years ran, Ayr Folk Club where my friendship with Billy Connolly was forged. While working in Turner's lemonade factory I wrote ' The Welly Boot Song' which for a while was Billy's theme song. I've been writing for a long time, mostly poetry in dialect or with a Native American theme. Through the Maybole website I renewed my friendship with Billy Davidson and since then we've been corresponding and exchanging ideas re- poetry in general. These few here include a couple with a 'Glasgow' theme just for interest. While growing up in Maybole my big buddy was Peter Finnie. Alas we lost touch, and I've been searching for him for years now and would be grateful for any news of him. 

George McEwan.  MGMMcEwan@aol.com  October 2006

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Carrick Academy schoolmates reunited after 50 years!

They were at Carrick Academy together in the 1950s then lost contact until they got back in touch through the Maybole web site and met up again five years ago for the first time in 50 years. In July 2009 George McEwan and Bill Davidson met up again in the Welltrees Inn in this Year of Homecoming, George travelling from Glasgow and Bill all the way from New York. Bill’s son had suggested that a trip to Turnberry for The Open would be a great present for Bill’s 70th birthday and he jumped at the chance to come back to his roots and meet up with family and friends. more