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Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from National Library of Scotland http://www.archive.org/details/melodiesmemoriesOOblac Melodies and Memories. : BROXBURN PRINTED BY A. F. STEEL. Aelodies AND Aeavories WITH A HISTORY OP THE BLACKS OF BREICH WATER DISTRICT. By John Black GLASGOW A. M'LAREN & SON, Argyle Street 1909 c \ e^» ^ y ? in % 1964 '^ Biographical Sketch. JOHN BLACK, author of many poems and prose sketches, came upon the stage of life just as the year of grace 1849 was drawing to a close. He is the eighth of a family of four sons and eight daughters, who were brought up at the farm of East Handaxwood, in West Calder Parish, and near Fauldhouse, Linlithgowshire, the district which, as Bentybrae, he has sung and depicted with tenderness and fidelity. Mr Black comes of a rhyming family, one of his brothers and two of his sisters being capable of expressing their thoughts in verse. Early last century his maternal great- grandfather, James Smith, published a volume of verses, and was well known in Lanarkshire as " the quaint Wishaw poet." It is, however, to Robert Tennant, the postman poet, that Mr Black attributes the influence which moved him in the direction of the muse, and, being fond of reading, many of our standard poets won his esteem, and doubtless influenced his thoughts. When about twenty-three years of age, Mr Black com- menced to contribute to the poet's corner of various news- papers and magazines. A large number of his pieces have appeared in The Hamilton Advertiser. In enumerating books which have especially helped him, our friend humorously includes the Pronouncing Dictionary, which he carried in his pocket. Biographical Sketch. After residing twelve years at Addiewell, Mr Black, with his wife and family, moved westward, exchanging a home on the banks of the Breich for one on the banks of the Kelvin. While taking a more or less active interest in his immediate and busy surroundings, his thoughts often fly to the rural solitudes where, in former years, he admired and communed with nature in her varied phases of light and shade. Many of his themes were suggested by common every-day sights throughout the changing seasons, and sometimes by outstanding experiences of thought and feeling. One of the traits of our poet which strikes us very much is the constancy with which he sings. Others may take to the muse by fits and starts, but, like the brook, he goes on for ever, and he seems to be as heedless as the brook as to what the critics may say. His effusions are warmly appreciated by many lovers of homely, natural verse. Amongst the pieces which have taken hold of our memory as showing Mr Black's muse at its best, we may mention, "The Temple of Silence," "The Hame-Gaun 'Oor," "United Hearts," and "A Hame o' yer Ain," while his sketches of " The Old Dominie " and " Bob Magee " strike us as having a quiet power and a freedom from exaggera- tion, that make them a unique contribution to Scotland's "Kailyard" literature. All Mr Black's writings are per- vaded by that true Christian philosophy which never fails to gladden the hearts and purify the lives of all who come under its spell. Stalwart in physique, and upright in character, with a warm underglow of genial sentiment, Mr Black is indeed a typical Scot, and worthy the esteem in which he is held by a wide circle of acquaintances and friends. — From " Lanarkshire Poets " in Wishaw Herald. ©equation* To friends old and new, To friends near and far, I cordially dedicate this volume. The Author. Melodies and Memories. Love and Ho/ae. MUIRLAN' MELODIES. Awa' in a lang, lane muirlan'' glen, A wee broon burnie wimples, An' melody rare floats oot on the air, While the burnie foams and dimples. O'erheid on a lang clear seedtime day, By the glenside lown an' shinin', The peesweep an' whaup, the plover an' snipe, Their love-tones a' are twinin'. While the laverock sweeter than a' the rest Has abune them high ascended ; An' ilk varied note frae ilka throat In harmony grand is blended. Frae the hearts o' the birds an' the burnie The melodies free are flowin', An' into my heart till wi' gladsome start My een wi' delight are glowin'. Sae be't wi' the sangs o' a lowly bard Wha loe's to be saftly croonin' A heart-born sang that the warl's thrang Is afftimes nearly droonin'. There's a deep weird charm in the mingled notes birds 'mang the heather O' the bred ; An' a heart that's kind their tones will mind Tho' the birds ha'e nae gay feather. — io MELODIES AND MEMORIES. A HAME O' YOUR AIN. Gude luck to ye, friend ; and may you an' your wife Lang be spared to enjoy a sweet married life A bright lowin' fire an' a cosy hearthstane, 'Neath the beild an' the shield o' a hame o' your ain. What a change frae a chair in anither man's house, Whare ye darena use freedom, nor craw very croose, Lest ye need to tak' tramp, in the snaw or the rain, Lamentin' the want o' a hame o' your ain. What a comfort that tho' amang strangers ye bide, There is ane ye lo'e weel never far frae your side, Whae your hame-comin' aye will welcome fu' fain, An' brichten, an' lichten, a hame o' your ain. You are king o' the castle, an' she is the queen ; May your reign be as happy as ever was seen ; An' e'en when you think on gude days that are gane, Be merry an' blythe in a hame o' your ain ! Then clear weel your throats, an' sing noo wi' glee, There's nae place on earth like my hame to me : An' folk ne'er were meant to gang through life alane, But to join hands an' hearts in a hame o' their ain. THE LASSIE I LO'E BEST. Ye say she's comin' back to me, The gude news I had guess'd, She'll sunshine bring, an' mak me sing, When she comes smiling west. Right glad I'll be her face to see, The lassie I lo'e best. LOVE AND HOME. n Her winsome smile an' kindly voice, Her willin' helpin' han' Can mak my thankfu' heart rejoice, While day by day I'm gaun Awa' frae hame 'mang weary noise, Wi' things agley an' thrawn. There's mony things I weel can want Thro' every passing year, Tho' fame an' grandeur be but scant, An' riches past me steer, O' happiness I'll fondly vaunt Sae lang's my lassie's near. THE SMILE O' THE LASS WE LO'E. Like glints o' a gowden sunshine When the lift's o' a leaden hue, Like clear munelicht tae a mirky nicht Is the smile o' the lass we lo'e. Like sangs frae the soarin' laverock When in spring he sings anew, Like flooers that grow on a grassy knowe Is the smile o' the lass we lo'e. Like saft, refreshin' simmer shooer That fa's on the yird like dew, Like rosy dawn when hay's new mawn Is the smile o' the lass we lo'e. Like a calm an' cludless gloamin' When the stars are peepin' through, An' their lustre bricht mak's the heart feel licht, Is the smile o' the lass we lo'e. 12 MEMORIES AND MELODIES. Like when we are sweetly sleepin' Fair visions meet oor view, An' we think we hear sweet words o' cheer, Is the smile o' the lass we lo'e. Like hame to the weary wanderer Wha has joys an' comforts few, Like harmless mirth roond a glowin' hearth Is the smile o' the lass we lo'e. Like kindly word frae weel lo'ed freend, An' ane that we ken is true, Like a helpin' han' when we micht ha'e fa'n, Is the smile o' the lass we lo'e. Like the purest an' best o' earthly bliss, When oor cups are brimmin' fu', Is a cheery smile that haps nae guile In the heart o' the lass we lo'e. THE BAIRNIES O' BENTYBRAE. Sing me a sang that is soothin' an' sweet, A lilt that will lichten my musin's grey, Let me hear frae afar the patter o' feet, The feet o' the bairnies o' Bentybrae. There were nearly a dizzen frae first to last, 'Tween Nannie an' Jim, wha in childhood's day A' toddled in turn on the fitpaths, past The beeches an' bourtrees o' Bentybrae. Inside the big kitchen, wi' chimley wide, On days that were wat they would blithely play, Or oot in the barn would paukily hide An' seek ; the braw bairnies o' Bentybrae. — LOVE AND HOME. 13 Doon in the meadows, when simmer smiled, In the Water o' Drumley they waded gay, Then gather'd them garlands o' blossoms wild, Syne hied them hameward to Bentybrae. Aroond the ricks in the auld stackyaird, On the harvest nichts, 'neath Luna's ray, They gleefully gambolled, ye micht hae heard Their voices — a mile frae Bentybrae. Again an' again would the laddies speel The auld ash trees at gloamin' grey ; Or scamper yont by the auld mill wheel The steerin' bairnies o' Bentybrae. They were cheery an' thrang ilk wauken 'oor, Wi' rinnin' errands, wi' wark or play, Day after day through sun and sho'er, The blue-e'ed bairnies o' Bentybrae.

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