THE MAN O' AIRLIE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVII, Issue 39, 17 January 1890, Page 19

THE MAN O' AIRLIE.

Ob, there abou' yon heather hill, Where footfa' comes but rarely, There is a house they point at still, Where dwelt the man o' Airlie. He wore a coat o' ho * den gray. H's band was bard wi' labour, Bu~ still he hid a namely way O' standing by his neighbour. His burly laugh ma<lc men njoice, His words the neighbours guided ; The little bairnies loved his voice, And in his smile confided ; The word 8 to-day that left bis lip Became a deed to-morrow ; Hout, man, the friendship of hU grip Would lift the heart o' 6orrow. He was na' loud, he was na' proud, He lacked in karnin' aairly, And yet ve'd pick him frae a crowd, The honest man o' Airlie. His wealth it was na' in bis land, It was na' in the city ; A mint o' honour wan his band, Hi 9 heart a mine o' pity. He's dead and cane, this prince o* Fife, Mute is his burly laughter ; But, ah I the music of his life, That bides with U9 long after. His memory lives, the v.an may die, Thit lingers bright and louin", Ju«t like a star lost frae the sky, Whose ray survives his ruin.