HAE YE EVER BEEN TAE LOCHEE?
Hae ye ever been tae Lochee in the Spring
When the daffies are in bloom an’ blackbirds sing
When the winos re-appear
Wi’ their cans o’ export beer
An’ their bottles for that extra bitty zing?
Hae ye ever been tae Lochee in mid-June
When the banks o’ Lukie’s Burn’s a mass o’broom
When the salmon an’ the troot
Try the best tae loup richt oot
O’ the burn’s stagnant water an’ perfume?
Hae ye ever been tae Lochee in the fall
When the local vandals haud their annual ball
When the vandal o’ the year
In his studded leather gear
Gets the honour tae start ca’ing doon the hall?
Hae ye ever seen the Lochee pubs “come oot”
An’ the stragglers get the “order-o’-the-boot”?
Well aince it’s been conferred
Their choirs can aye be heard
Sing the sangs that gie Lochee her ill-repute.
So’se tae be upsides wi’ Hulltoon an’ Dundee
The Lochee Cooncil jined the E.E.C.
Noo tourists wha gang there
A’ gae hame wi’ their share
O’ fags an’ wine an spirits duty free. top↑
IT WAS JUST A LITTLE LODGE ROOM.
Just a quiet little lodge-room,
But a mighty force for good;
With its loyal band of members
Learning more of brotherhood;
Striving, stumbling, but progressing
Down a pathway toward the right;
Just a humble bunch of plain folks,
Reaching, seeking for the light.
Just a quiet little lodge-room
How it stirs the heart and soul
With the thrill of great endeavor
Toward a high and common goal;
With each pledge of faith and courage
To maintain the forward fight,
On the road that leads them onward
Ever onward to the light! top↑