Author of “The Clean
Hearth Stane” and some fugitive poetical pieces, belonged to an old
family—the Moffats of Stoneyflat, Kirkintilloch—and was a merchant in
that town. He died on 18th September, 1853, and was interred in the
burying-ground of the parish.
THE CLEAN HEARTH STANE.
When gloomy gloamin’ o’er
Spreads out his dark’nin’ cloud o’ gray,
An' doors an' winnocks sneckit tight,
Keep angry howlin' win's at bay,
Then, Jeanie, in our cosie cot,
Our bairnies roun’ us a* sae fair,
Contentment smilin’ o’er our lot,
We sit beside our clean hearth stane.
The blissfu’ hours on
Afore we min1, flee by sae sune;
An’ sweetly, while my Jeanie sings,
Her wheel goes roun* wi’ cheerie croon.
Douce, drowsie “ Collie ” o’er his nap,
Perplext wi' nocht o’ grief an’ pain,
Wi’ Baudrons thrummin’ on his back,
Lies beckin' on the clean hearth stane.”