Kilbirnie
Early morn and summer dreams, Guarding tales of all unseen Falling, sinking, sad despair, Old woman bent upon a stair Just know I cannot love your frown Guarding all who leave this town Never have I met a place Who feels so sad and far disgraced Tell me not you love it dear Centuries old with deepest fear But when Kilbirnie’s in it's sleep You still appear so dim and bleak Old Castle Crawford Guard the days And stories old upon your face Of tunnels deep beneath, they say A land which has seen better days