Granny’s Gairden

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By ‘Stoneywood’


Oh, weel yet div I min’ on’t
In days lang, lang gane by
The dear aul’ ramblin’ gairden
Sae clear in memory’s eye;
There a’ jist mixter-maxter
The sweet aul’ favourites grew,
The roses an’ the aul’ maids’ pride,
Rosemary, thyme, an’ rue.

The honeysuckle clim’t the wa’
An’ aye at early morn
A guff o’ sweetness creepit in
Tae tell o’ day new-born;
An’ through it a’ was marjoram,
Fite bells an’ mappie-moo,
An’ mony ithers dear tae me
O’ ilka shade an’ hue.

Anaith the thrawn aul’ aipple tree
The aul’ fowk aft wad sit,
An’ granddad there wad smoke an’ dream,
An’ granny eest tae knit;
They were pairt o’ that aul’ gairden,
An’ tho’ lang since awa’
They linger fondly in my he’rt,
The best lo’ed o’ them a’.