THE CENTENARY
 

One hundred years have sped away,

Since this became a Burgh Toon,

And here in retrospective mood,

Before the fire I set me doon,

To ponder o'er the distant past,

Recall the changes I have seen,

I see me wander o'er the braes,

Through wooded groves and pastures green.

Here first I saw the light of day,

And further never wished to roam,

It's here I spent youth's sunny days,

Then settled down and made a home.

There may be brighter fairer scenes,

In distant lands across the sea,

But none of them possess the charm.,

That dear old Stewarton has to me.

So now on this centenary year,

May industry its acres fill,

And as the population swells,

With mighty Glasgow's overspill,

Let progress be the common aim,

While man attempts to reach the moon,

May peace and joy and life and mirth,

Grace our dear old Bonnet Toon.
 

JOHN HAINING.