TO NEWTON WITH LOVE.

 Those who mind o' dear Dr. Ann
Who was so kind, to every woman and man.
At Halloween we’d a’ drop in
To get oor aipples, and to sing.

 That wee place where we used to hide
Doon at the dam, beside the Clyde
We aye recall these happy days,
The smell o' flourish, and oor wet claes.

 Forgot to say, the school's away
But oor names still on the wa.
Had a look the ither day
I intend to tak that awa',

 My footsteps often wander
To the place I still love yet.
Aye, ther’s brocken brae' up yonder,
I turn, my cheeks are wet.

                                                          Written by May Buchanan of Newton