Stevenston Nostalgia

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STINSTON 

Is there anybody in the night
Remembers your days o fame
Twa fitba teams tae play the game
And awe the work that you could name 
In Ardeer Factory

Did ye ever go courting doon the Rec
And dance till you were oot o peck
Or heard the songs in Douglas Bar
That'll show how old ye are
If you remember

There's many a tale o this wee place
A've even heard o its disgrace
When missionerys came tae
Bring them grace
They ate them

They tell of Lesley and she was bonnie
Then there was the ship Trelawney
And the Greyhound track
And lots more places
If you look today you'll find no traces
Cause they're all gone

Now Stinstons glories are in the past
Cause Wonderloaf it did nae last
And ICI is no sae vast
As you all know

Now today there stands a school
And we even have a swimming pool
Where once the bonnie blue bells grew
Among the woods that we once knew
In Auchenharvie

But everyone has a favourite story
Am sure you'll remember the days o glory
The miners row and Bum Bee Pits
And many went tae Reids for chips
In days gone by

Now I'll finish thank God ye say
But I hope somewhere along the way
I've stirred yer memories of long past days
In your wee toon

                            by Anon.(MT)

A Madman’s Dream

By Ian Campbell

I’ll tell you, your hearts to gladden

Of a madman’s flight from Berchtesgaden;

When Adolph Hitler’s plane came soaring,

Across the hills and down the breeze

And o’er the highways of the seas

To fill our Scottish hearts with fear

By dropping bombs around Ardeer.

The night was soft with passing showers

And the lovely scent of the Gaillard Towers.

The moon shone down with ghostly hue

That lit up the roof of the Tentelew

And the big steam hammer went clop, clop, clop

As it thumped away in the blacksmith’s shop.

The plane came roaring through a fog

That blotted out the “Mirk and Bog”

And Adolph shouted “Herman dear

Be ready now, we’re nearly here

When I shout “Right” just pull the trigger

We might have luck and hit a rigger.

The plane came roaring down with zest,

The medals clinked on Goering’s chest

The Blacksmith’s shop was just below

When Hitler shouted out “Let go!”

Bot Goering only cursed and damned

And said “Der blasted trigger’s jammed,”

The Adolph Hitler lost his head

He shut the roaring engine dead

The plane went whirling round and round

And took a nose dive for the ground

And rested with almighty flop

At the open door of the Blacksmith’s shop.

Ah! Sad it’s now my tale to tell

How every man rushed out pell-mell

Every hammersman and turner

And “Shadow” with his flaming burner

They all came out to share the fun

Jock McArthur and Angus Gunn

Every man with shout of mirth

From apprentices to Tammy Worth.

They dragged them Jerries in the shop

And ragged them till they shouted “Stop”,

If this be Hell, then pray be civil

And introduce us to the Devil.”

The Blacksmiths said “We grant your grace”

So Paddy Kelly blacked his face

And danced round with two burners roaring

Scalding “Hit” and Herman Goering,

And shouted “Hitler” mark me well,

For I’m the “Devil in this Hell”,

But this they didn’t hear him say

For both had fainted clean away.

When “Hitler wakened from his dream

The Germans say he gave a scream

And summoned all the Nazi nobles

Even Lord Haw Haw and Dr. Goebbles.

He said “Mine friends, Deres noting surer

If you love me, your nobel Fuhrer

Mine aeroplanes you must keep clear

From dat vild place dey call “Ardeer”,

Not yet one single bomb let drop

One hundred miles from der Blacksmith’s Schop,

For in my dreams I saw der flames

Der Devil calling out our names

And felt der auful brimstone schell

That makes me sure der place is “Hell”

So do not bomb it from O’er head

I may be sent there when I’m dead.

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