The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1885-07-19
The Scotch al Fuller,s Hill Gardens.

The Scotch al FulIer's Hill Gardens.
On Wednesday last, those citizens of
the city and neighborhood hailing from
the 'land O. cakes and bonnie Scots"
numbering about 400, held their
reunion at the above Gardens. Soon
after l O'Clock the company began to
assemble, and very soon thereafter the
various games and accessories of the
Gardens were put into requisltion. The
camera obscura, the boats on the lake,
swings and Aunt Sally" were patron
lied and fully appreciated by the ladies,
while the sterner material enjoyed the
quolts and other health invigorating
games of the land of their nativity.
So well was everything arranged by the
proprietor of this popular resort and
his aids that the committees work was
light, and every thing passed off plea
sanity. AT about five clock the COM
pany were called together for tea to
which ample justice was done by about
200 participants. After the tables had
been cleared songs, recitatiOns, etc.,
were given by Mrs. Hull, Mrs Grieve,
Miss McGill, w. Hunter, P. Tibbs, Gal
lacher and others, and duly appreciated
by all present. The remainder OF the
evening was enjoyed by the younger
members OF the company in the dance,
thus closing days enjoyment long to
be remembered. We must not forget
the playing of the bagpipes by Mr.. Ire
land and the dancing of Father Nc
Gregor and Mother Duncan-a couple
bordering on so years of age, which
greatly enhanced the pleasures of the
day. The following verses were COM
posed for the occasion and read by the
author; iigmq7 ait go
Guild fouk, if ye'd but canny be,
digest yer scenes and cakes and tea,
Haze patience just and bide wee,
- $50 - Like Tibbie's cat.
So quickly will lat ye see
What I'd be at.
II / should say q word or twa
In guild braid Scotch-ye manua thraw
Yer nose, and say-O tsch pshaw,
1A9a Sic horlid stuff
My muse wad get an INCA fa',
A sic buff.
thocht heard the pipes blaw shril
Dot on the bench at Fuller's Hill;
Thro' a. my veins there gaed thrill
'ii-ei-i'| o Joy, sa queer,
Wiz lichtsome heart and RIGHT guild will
lI1a 9.1iJI hied me here.
The day tae spend in guileless fun,
Play quoits, and swing, and jump and run,
AMI sing o. deeds in Scotland done
Aye that's he sort,
And get oor tea, and cakes and buns
An hae great sport.
Dor committee, mind they're no sma,
McEwans kent by ane an q,
Livingston's u name aye Draw,
And Frederick May.
Wi them. let's gle guild hurra
For Andrew Grayl
There's Irvines, Watsons, RIGHT guld chiefs,
Dunbars and Hunters, true as steel,
An MAR, that's tae Aud Scotland leal,
IN formos RANKS,
Our bonnie lassies tae, as weel,
Deserve our thanks.
Bah Ireland gars the begpipes skirl.
Until the very rafters 1irl,
While in the dance thew Geek an birl,
A McGreger chiel.
WI Grannie Duncan roCn dis whirl
In foursome reel.
McAEisters and Watsons Draw,
An Swans can SOON, nae need tae ia,
An great lots MAR. but maun erawd
My muses. FLIGHT,
Or III be gaun over far ava
For you the NIGHT.
And, moo I'm dune, I've said enough,
For you'll no care aboo' sic stuff;
Just nudge re re neebor, es a snuff
I'll say ia, ia.
Him that's no plessed-weel. he's muff.
An moo, that's a..
DAVID HENDERSON.