New-York tribune., 1891-12-27
CURLING STONE.

Here Is the song generally heard at the bonspiel
was written by Norman Macleod
A nicht it freezn'. a. nicht was sneezin
TAX car'" quo the wife, "gudeman o. yer cough"
A fig for the sneezIn', hurrah for the freezin'!
This day we're to play the Bonspel Oh the loch
Then get up, my aud Teddy the breakfast get lay'
For the sun on the snowdrlfts' beginning TO blink
Gle me bapnoeks or brochsn am al for the lochan'
10 maxi the stanes fee to the tee o. the rink ~
Chorus-Then hurrah for the curling froe Girvan to
Surlin!
Hurrah for the lads the bosom and ssane
"Ready noo"! 'soop 1t up" "clap guard"
steady noo''
Oh curlin' aboon every game stan's alane
The ice It is splendid, 1t Gamma be mended-
Like glass We may glover ont and shave af yer beard,
And see hoo they gecr comm the brown heather
The servant and master, the tenant and laird
There's brave jamie Fairlle he's there late and early.
Better curriers' than him or Tam Conn Gamma be.
WI tho lads Ei wnnn they'll send the stanes spnnn
vi, whirr and a curr till they sit rain the tee.
Then hurrah, etc.
It's an uncoliko story that bath whig and Tory,
Maun aye eollyshangie like dogs over barre
And A. denominations wanting In patience, -
For nae Kirk will hole to let ithers alane;
But in fine frosty weather let a meet thegither,
wI' broom in their hsun' and stane by the tee,
And then BY my certies, yell hoo a. PARTIES,
Like brithers will love, and like brhers agree.
Then hurrah. etc.
Tho following is contained In tho annual OF the New.
York Curriers':
The late Rev. Dr. NaterstOne, PARISH minister d.
Birketneuk. was an exemplary man and keen curler
His close discourse the eve OF great curling
match Is considered by Scntcmcn q lie the cleverest
pece OF pulpit eloqucnce heard In tine parish OF
Birketneuk. Ii cold day ard there were nos
many forward three in the east gallery four in the
west and about dozen scattered through the body OF
the bit bIggin.7 The wciler cold and tho
tramp chorus executed by the feet OF all to the last
psalm was perhaps excu,abe; but they all warmed up
when the preacher after a long pause. said Life. ma
brethren. l. like unto game at curling Without az
bit lag tae cover oor bits o. bodies sent into
this cauli caud atmosphere. But We gather cloes as
we gang on til. we hac TO enter the great great
struggle And DOT gsnS. reckless OF the frosty
friendships We meet. wi bcsoms and oor carpit
banches. and cor cgamps, and bottle o. whlsaey
an cheese an brcid. And as enter the slippery.
trcacherous board Of lis IA and ltllcrs again
tummlc through the thin Ice a. theeitler but we help
ane anither a. best can, till we come 10 piece
where H. can bear us. Then, brethren We git
ready our an sweep the Ice clcaT O. the snaws
o. mischief and villany lay the rnls for the great
bonspicl OF existence.
And for sake O bringing 1t hame mar clear tae
nv brethren. there is myself skppln the rink o. the
righteous WI John Paterson, fnithfu' elder. ma
third. bann: william Watson. second. and Peter. ths
beatle, Ieadln' And In the rink o. the nnrgh;eous
there is Luctsr and his feen Beelsebub brethren.
and his chosen representative in this parish. their
helpers and Successors and aiber davis. maybe than
themselves / mean Georce Johnstone, tho fesher,
need say. skiprn'.
a mucso as 70 like. but dinns any o ye think for