Bobby and the Wartime Blackout
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“Rise Jock an’ see wha’s at the door,
That knocks sae lood at sic an ooor!”
The guid wife cried frae her boudoir,
             “For I’m a sicht o’sichts;”
Jock open’d up, let oot a roar,
            You’re booked for showin’ lichts” !!!
Tak’ warnin’ then you Maybole folk,
The law ye canna here provoke,
Or you may get a nesty shock
             Noo Bobby’s in the force;
It seems they wha restrictions mock
             Gang frae bad tae worse.
Blackoot offenders seldom think
Hoo serious Bobby treats a chink,
Or wundas whar’on fires blink,
            Gin you admit the truth,
The best excuse could no hoodwink
            This ambitious sleuth.
This flair he has for lich detectin’
Is easy, so it’s worth respectin;
If harder task he’s still neglectin’
            Tae justify a wage;
Someday these tasks he’ll be reflectin’
            When he’s mature in age.
The blackoot brings a worse disgrace,
That gi’es Maybole an ugly face,
The wreckin’ an robbin’ ilka place;
             Vandal spooks gawn mad.;
It’s time noo Bobby tried tae trace
             This demolition squad.
In this as in the first connection,
Police are due us like protection,
We don’t demand - at first- perfection,
              But something’ must be done;
Nae Bobby can expect affection
              Until it’s truly won.

Poems of Arthur G. McColm

The Spooncreel's End Evacuating Doos at the Kirk Belfry Bobby and The Wartime Blackoot
An Encounter The Toothache The Glen Kirk Choir
Our Sacred Cause Lambie's Close The Ghost O'Drumley Hoose
Maybole and District The Ash Tree and The Varnished Door Burns and Splendid Isolation

Notes about these poems contributed by the author's daughter Anne McCrindle

Arthur McColmThese poems were written by my dad about Maybole and some of the characters from the town. Some poems were written for events and 'smokers' do's. Some serious some fictional and quite comical. Quite a few about Maybole in war time and his thoughts about the war. Dad was the last son born 1907 to Emily and Tom McColm. They lived in Montgomery Street till they moved to Ladyland Road, across from the school which later burned down in 1919. Dad was a slater and chimney sweep, well known in the town. He played in the Maybole burgh band for many years till it was disbanded. He later became a member of the Ayrshire Yeomanry Band. Sadly he died at the age of sixty in 1968, but has left us with many happy memories and treasures in his written words
Anne Mc Crindle (nee McColm) born in Maybole, daughter of Arthur Mc Colm and Maggie McKay.

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