Sometimes taste must be your guide
It spurns the things it cannot thole,
And yearns for pleasures not yet tried,
There’s something tasty in Maybole.
For if it’s music you desire
Music rendered to console,
Come and hear the Glen Kirk Choir
Someday when you’re in Maybole.
Here’s a treat for everybody
Vocal sound to soothe the soul,
Not discordant, never shoddy
The sweetest music in Maybole.
If strife or trouble should appear
And life may seem at times so droll,
It may be worth you while to hear
The finest choir in Maybole.
Or if you feel you must rejoice
Yet keep sections in control,
You can make no better choice
Than the Glen Kirk at Maybole.
Work and pleasure take their measure
And time must ever take it’s toll,
Make the best then of your leisure
In the Glen Kirk at Maybole.
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These poems
were written by my dad about Maybole and some of the characters from the
town. Some poems were written for events and 'smokers' do's. Some serious
some fictional and quite comical. Quite a few about Maybole in war time
and his thoughts about the war. Dad was the last son born 1907 to Emily
and Tom McColm. They lived in Montgomery Street till they moved to
Ladyland Road, across from the school which later
