THE AULD KIRKYAIRD

Evening Star, Issue 14523, 26 November 1910, Page 10

THE AULD KIRKYAIRD

A son of St. Boswells sends to an exchang tbo following verses reminiscent of yonlhli days spent by the banks of the Tweed; In the auld kirkyaird o’ oor ain loon. Where my faither an’ milker lie, I fain wad rest when the time comes roiin’, As it will dae by-and-byc. To that hallowed comer I hao gaen langsync, among the lave, ( An’ lairnt the names on ilka stanr. j O’ the dear deid in their graves. Near there in the twilight at his door, Tho minister used to stand, A genial soul, and fu’ o’ lore— Noo awa’ to a better land. | And Willie, his man, aye worked away I k'rae moruin’ on till mirk'. 1 In the auld kirkyainl, ami < it fciabbalh l.kiv 1 Did his duties f the kirk.

Oh. rnony a lime 1 liar> srsuu* mysel' Up the lang, dark abbey Flair. Aye ahinl, while Willie v. ad ring ihe bell, Jink ho kciiu'dna I was (here. The lamo-like starling* an' peri jackdaw., View rnve.r us a' The while. To their nests and err,, ire, o’ ihc was O’ l!;o auld monastic piii. Langsyne close by, when 1 was wee, Stood oor dwellin’ <>’ stane an’ lime; Lilt now it’s awa’, an’ graves wo sea:— I’or such is the work o' Time. An’ whiles by day, r.iT whiles at nielil, The faces I used tae ken Langsvno come clearly into my si cl it, An ihc tear drops blur my pen. The allurements alang hy honnio 'lVoed, An’ room] by the Uildon Hills, In a eon.-luni .‘-in am tin through my held Like the v.iinpliii' o’ the rills. An’ I alien think i.ba.l ira I’anlirr's gfar In tha.e. days was rielnly warn! When he boc'ut the rich! lae :.k / p : < !i e’ here In oor tmltl revered kirkyaiul.