Stewarton Bowling Club

BY W. SKELLY

Over the years this Club has had its' fair share of good bowlers and characters.

Sadly, quite a number of them are no longer with us.

During my year as president I decided to write a few verses dedicated to those men.

At hame fae work, my meal is tain Thinking o' ma leisure Tae the Booling Green I

make post haste It's there I find my pleasure.

The Green is fu' o' special gemes and some that dinae matter So I jist sit

doon for hauf an hoor and listen tae the patter.

The "auld" yins aroon the Green and crack aboot the past They mention

names I've never heard and others that aye will last.

The young yins noo can bool damn awe They should take up cane work or

raffia Auch this Club's jist no been the same Since they let in that Glesca Mafia.

Should have kept them awe in Glesca No doon here pestering us Could

have found them all employment As rear gunners on a Govan bus.

I hear the Barber mentioned Cooper Howat and Barra Mair That's the

man that built a barra in the hoose Then couldnae get it doon the stair.

This is ma year Wee Donal (Morgan) says Tom Nairn guid him a glower

He's been telling us that maist every year Since 1924

When they talk aboot the "General" I feel aboot 12 feet tall He was ma

Grandfaither and my idol He could oot bool them all.

If ye have doots aboot this Club's traditions Its' failures and its might

Just ask Maltha Roberton He's the man tae keep ye right.

Wee Wattie & Jimock (Sheach) are playing a pairs They're no doing very

well Wattie's jist failed tae draw a shot and Jimock's gaeing hell.

Then Wattie plays his last bool short Jimock's getting madder

But the wee man disnae hear the oaths He's awa tae tim his bladder.