Paisley
Written when my partner and I married in Paisley, November 2019 The Harp – by Joseph McTaggart If Marriage were a Harp with strings We´d surely sweep a strain Bringing joy to Paisley town While playing sweet refrains We'd play a song on Fulbar road And at the Bield scout hall We´d play it at the social clubs and laughing, folks would fall We'd play the Harp upon the braes While young men play away While older couples watch sunset the Harp would gently sway We'd sweep a strain of sad refrain At Coats mills passing by We'd touch upon a melody Where many threads were tied We'd play the Harp across the track As cyclists wave us by We'd play and wait at graveyard´s gates For those who´ve said goodbye We'd play a tune right at the schools The Children would be pleased We'd pass the Harp to little ones To hold upon their knees And at the rail-way with it´s sounds We´d play a strain so glad Then leave the Harp at Gilmour Street For travellers who feel bad To strain some sounds of happiness And joy for all the town To watch it grow with sadness no! But, all to gather round And as young men in later years watch Paisley grow and change the Harp will say, much more than words of Love which e´r remains So next time ye are in County Square and music, sounds so low, take time to gather round the Harp near where the Cart does flow A strain which sweeps a Lover´s heart With gladness, faith and joy And plays its tune eternally For all who will enjoy An everlasting song of Love surpassing space and time a Love which lasts eternally Which no man can define