Old Garngad

(As appeared in Page 8 of ‘Irish Weekly’ Belfast Edition)

There is a place in Glasgow

That comes often to my mind,

My young days they come rolling back

Although they are many years behind.

I remember the day I landed there,

Its people I still recall,

Of the kindness they showed towards me

Just fresh from Donegal.

First they found me lodgings

In a house that was like my home

And many a happy days spent

As around there I did roam.

They tried to find for me a job,

But it was very hard to fix

As that was the year of strikes and strife

To be well remembered,

Nineteen and twenty six.

In time I did get started

Although the job was pretty hard,

But to have cash for my requirements

Sure I was extra glad.

I then met a nice companion,

A girl so sweet and kin

Who was very respected in the district

And hailed from nearby Turner Street.

We talked about our future

As marriage was our plan,

So that’s how I came to wed

My darling Mary Ann.

For years we lived in happiness

And reared a family four,

Until one day God called her,

And closed our marriage door.

Now I sit and ponder on all

The happy days I’ve had.

I will also pray that God will bless

All who lived in once Old Garngad.

By Jim Scott

The Mews

Drogheda

Co Louth.