The Commercial Labour Club — version 2

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