Kilbirnie
Stone age boats and sweetie wraps Poisoned fish and old mine shafts Factory buildings now collapsed And you’re still here to tell us “aff” Burst your banks and stop the trains Entertainment for the “wains” For once near you stood iron cranes Houses, rows and tiny lanes Fishing trips and walks to Beith, Marshland, wellies, colder breeze Freezing over, wobbly knees Young men drown nobody sees Steelwork slag dumped deep inside Sweetheart secrets do confide Joy riders drinkers out for a ride Reflecting back their souls inside For as we stare into your pool As brown as beer or stained dyed wool Reflecting back our wasted tears And our wish for lasting years There's few stand now in early morn Upon your tired brow Yet ne'r can match those wartime scenes Of hundreds, cheering crowds