Hi Alastair, it's Margaret Lyon again.
When my mother, Margaret (Peggy), passed away I
kept her book Poetical Works of Robert Burns by William
Wallace. I kept it in my bookcase for many years, but never looked at
it until recently. Inside I found 3 items that might be of interest to
you. Two are Scottish Good Wishes, and one is a poem, written in 1903
entitled "Bonnie Lossiemouth", which is where her father, George
Geddes, was born. My grandmother, Rose, must have cut that out of the
paper, even though she was English, because they lived in Lossiemouth
from 1902, when they married, until some time between 1906 when my
Uncle George was born and 1910, when my mother was born in Scotston in
The Scottish Wishes are:
Where 'er you bide in the world sae wide,
We wish you a nook on the sunny side,
Wi' muckle o' love and little o' care,
A wee bit pursie with siller to spare,
Your ain firside when day is spent,
In a wee bit housie wi' hearts content.
May the best ye've ever seen,
Be the worst ye'll ever see;
May the moose ne'er leave yer pantry
Wi' a tear drap in his e'n.
This last was hand written, and I don't know if that is the Scottish
(Glasgow) dialectic spelling of mouse because it is hard to read. I do
know it is not a Canadian moose :-).
A Tribue to Elgin's Health Resort.
Beside the Moray Firth there lies
A little seaport town,
Which only just is on the rise
To glory and renown.
Long years ago this health resort
Three "cots" could only boast,
But now it is the fines port
Along the Scottish coast.
It has a stretch of golden sand,
It's got a fine hotel;
So if it only had a band
No place could it excel.
From grand machines drawn up in state
The bathers sally forth;
For now it's coming up-to-date --
The Brighton of the North.
There is to be a grand bazaar
For Stotfield's new parade,
Then all resorts both near and far
Will quite be in the shade.
The new hotel will be complete
When summer time comes on,
The grand "Marine" will be the seat
Of every duke and don.
A better golf couse can't be found
Throughout the Empire wide;
That ditch and whin empede the round
By non can be denied;
But after all a sporting course
Is really far the best,
And be there ditch, or be there gorse,
It fairly licks the rest.
The golf-house of the Moray Club
Is really very fine,
And you can have a jolly "grub"
For less than one and nine;
In some things it is very cheap,
In others very dear,
A pretty harvest they must reap
From off the ginger beer.
For if you want to have a glass
Then threepence you must pay,
But this can not be helped, alas!
For thirst will rule the day.
The teas are always patronised
By golfers one and all,
And visitors are quite surprised
The charge is very small.
The smoking-room's a splendid view
Of all the country wide,
The Moray Firth, so calm and blue,
With fast receding tide.
The ladies' room is very trim,
Although a little dark;
'Twas furnished by the wife of him
Who gave the Cooper Park.
The red-roofed church from far you see,
It is so small and quaint,
It's called St. Gerardine's, for he
Was Stotfield's patron saint.
From John o' Groat's to Solway Firth,
Or even further south,
You will not find a place on earth
Like bonnie Lossiemouth.
E. L. Galletly.
Elgin, 19th February, 1903
And I'm sure you know that GOLF stands for:
Although that obviously must have 'gone by the wayside' by 1903, even
though the ladies still had their own separate rooms.