The
Twa Kirks
Wi’
little wit, an scanty lear
But
mair than average share I care
Yet
pleased to dauner in and oot
To
hear the on gauns roun aboot
No
that am ane that interferes
In
other folks affairs.
Na
na I try to mind ma’ ain
And
let other folk mind theirs.
But
still, ane canna help but heed
Things
that they see and hear.
The
swords no beat to ploughshares yet
No
pruning hook the spear.
Wi’
war at hame,and war abroad.
We
maun be in the mirk.
When
folk we took for Christ
Start
warring ower their
Kirk.
I
fail to see religion in’t,
And
so my mind returns.
For
coonsel that we got langsyne
Frae
oor Poet Robbie Burns
Nae
treasure or pleasure
can
make us happy lang
The
hert is aye the pairt aye
That
makes us richt or wrang,
Unless
that happiness implants
It’s
center in the breast.
We
may be wise or rich or great
But
never truly blest.
So
let us not like snarline tykes
In
wrangling be divided.
Till
slap: comes in an unco loun
And
wi’ a ring decide it
The
Kettle o the Kirk and State
Perhaps,
a clout may fail in’t
But
deil a foreign tinkler loun
Should
ever ca’ a nail in’t
Let
Churchmen to the Kirk be true
That’s
by oorsels united.
For
only but by churchmen’s hands
Can
the Kirk’s wrangs be righted.
Ye
worthy sons of Corsock, rise
Throw
prejudice away.
Swear
friends to be whatever comes
And
likewise watch and pray.
For
no man fear, but trust in God
Hold
out a friendly hand.
Then
scores of anxious kindred souls
Will
muster round your band.
Firm
on the everlasting rock
A
sure foundation lay
No
shifting sands, no storms, nor floods
Shall
ever sweep away.
Good
will and Peace, your motto be
With
no regret or sigh.
While
heather blooms upon the hills
And
Orr runs wimpling by
J.Thomson
Corsock
This poem was submitted
by J.Thomson’s daughter -in-law, Mrs.Mary Thomson
Of Kirklynn Corsock.The Maxwell Kirk (one of the Twa) was converted into
a
dwelling house in 1951 and named Kirklynn.For the context of the poem which
reflects
the feelings of the people of Corsock at the time, go to