Memories of the BankBy Harry Smith In memories I look back and see The Bank o' childhood's day; Some places that were dear to me, That noo hae past away.
The bakehoose and the schule's awa'; In the moss, nae rowan tree; There is nae mair a Peesweep Raw, Nor yet auld Nummer Three.
The auld aim Kirk awa’ was taen, Still the bell on the Sabbath rings, An' dclurriff’s Well, clean dry has gaen, We drink o’ springs.
Nae water pond where boys may slide Fornent the Stable Raw: Nae Furnace Furn, for daws to bide, It's a' been ta'en awa'.
Nae washing day at Connel Burn Where we used to sport wi' glee: Some playmates noo ha'e crossed the bourne, And some are ower the sea.
Auld frien's and places pass away To make room for the new; Wha' hasne had a partin day?' If ony, they are few.
Oor hopes are o’ a better hame Where naething e’er grows auld, There joy and peace are aye the same And love is never cauld. |