The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1917-09-13
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breath TO mar the rapture caused b!
the singer and her song, fearful tina
he might miss note of the heavenl,
melody, until the song ends and the
audience reused, breaks into roar o
applause, welcome praise to the eari
. of the singer.
But there Is more lasting psthos
tender and true," more OF that wllt
ecstasy of woe," in the words and
strains Of some simple Scottish song
and there are thousands OF them, thar
any and all OF the above welded into
one. Every one who has heard, and by
hearing grown 70 love the Scottish
pathos, the short, quick, direct and
often humorous and cutting, sayings
and sentiments in the simple songs OF
the Scottish peasantry, can never for
get or be divorced from the tender
power Of such sweet memories. Some
countries have no writer's OF simple
songs, no song music, hut "bonuie
scotland" has Burns, Tannahill, Ladie
Marine, William Laidlaw, Robert Nj.
coll and host of others. Burns by his
poems has sung the emotions and ex-
pressions Of the Scottish people, their
hopes, habits, and aspirations OF his
'heiland folk" into the ears and mind
and literature Of everyland in the world.
There are many persons in your
county, some in Meme and Liberty in
the southern part, and some 10 Franz
lin and Maple Grove, who many years
ago, in the 'lang syne," were neigh
| bors of some Scottish families in those
localities, and as children listened with
wrapt attention to the conversations
and tales of those good people, and the
charm OF their accent, and quaint ex-
pressions are pleasant life memories to
the hearers. Many an hour the writer
listened with added interest to the
naivete of the Scottish tongue. | copy
a few of those simple, touching songs,
! as specimens both of their tender SEN
timents and of the many such in exist
ence, with hope that their persual
may make the readers better and hap
pier and may, perhaps, swakenin them
the worthy desire to find and read more
OF the lays and songs of Scotland. Some
are exceedingly pathetic, others have
the wild bold swing of the native
hee her, and others the keen, biting
huHor characteristic of those people,
and others filled with all the feelings
tina. lie between these two extremes.
had almost said who would not be
proud to be "bra' bonnie Scott"
But here are the songs, let them breath
and speak for themselves;
TIE AULD SMIDDY END"
"Oh, the Aud Smiddy end where in
youths happy day,
4 merry band o. BARNES wad gather at
their play; af'
| mind the happy faces, and the hours
We wad spend,
Vic the bools and the peeres at the
Aud Smiddy end.
Against the battered gable were
many Ora things
Aud pleughs that wanted couters, and
wheels that wanted rings,
A pair o. broken harrows, that for
years had lain to mend
There was meikle (much), claithin'
rlgen at the Aud Smiddy end.
"Oh, the fun and froic and the mis-
chief that we wrought
There were lums to set allow, and bat
Ties to be fought,
The jury courts to baud when some
coward laddie henn'd,
And gat his buttons scarit at the Aud
Smiddy end.
1--WE never thought o. partin at the
hour Of gloamin grey
The fun was a beginnin' when the
daylight was away,
When beddin' time cam round lka
mither brawly kenn'd,
She would dud her truant laddie at the
Aud Smiddy end
"And in winter we wad gather round
the bleezin' smiddy hearth,
While block and stity rang wi our
dalin' an our mrth,
The independent blacksmith-to kings
he wad ma bend,
Was kind to A the laddes at the Aud
Smiddy end.
"But youthful pleasures Wilma last,
and youthful scenes will change,
The smiddy and the smith are game,
ana ilka thing is strange,
'Mang a the happy faces that in ther
days kenn'd,
| There Is name TO meet me moo at the
Aud Smiddy end
but in the quiet gloamin hour sit
and muse alane,
TIL fancy wi her fairy wand brings
vanished scenes again,
Then Memory, like bird, to lbs ain
hame will wend,
And familiar faces gather round the
Aud Smlddy end"
James Thompson.
What a picture Of rural child life In
every community, the above is, and
who but lives again those happy DAYS
by the sweet memories it awakensY
THE WIDOWS LAMENT.