Kilbirnie
Main Street Many men have sat before, Drunk their beer and sung a song And, departing, come no more Wives at home have waited long When the night was long and cold, and the cows did see a storm, They moved down to hedges old, Men sat here in little swarms As the gin and beer went round some invited cards to play When the storm passed so loud, Each, departing, went his way On the walls, pictures remain Of those men who came and went Big Jimmy, others, leaders stayed, and some my mother said she “ken’t” Ah! my friends, where did you go, Left no trace of past for me Not pale daffodils or woe just memories, how things used to be