This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...Come awa', Kirsty, Fill yer sheaf fu'; Keep up yer credit, Ye're somebody noo. Yell never need, lassie, To borrow or beg, Sae lang as yer able To keep up yer rig. FRANK HOGG. It is but as yesterday since he, whose name we have come to, ceased to be amongst us. The poet may almost be looked upon as the most unimportant ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...Come awa', Kirsty, Fill yer sheaf fu'; Keep up yer credit, Ye're somebody noo. Yell never need, lassie, To borrow or beg, Sae lang as yer able To keep up yer rig. FRANK HOGG. It is but as yesterday since he, whose name we have come to, ceased to be amongst us. The poet may almost be looked upon as the most unimportant part of him. He was an able platform man, a willing worker in committees, an ardent archaeologist--in short, was one of the leading lights of Hawick for many years. His labours at the Public Library are household words, and his many services to the Evangelical congregation will not be soon forgotten. To the Hawick Archaeological Society he fulfilled the office of treasurer for the long period of twelve years. He was cut suddenly down at the early age of 40 years, on Tuesday, February 17th, 1880, and was interred in Wilton Cemetery on the Saturday following. The song which follows was written for the Hawick Literary Society's MS. Magazine in 1867, and has had a suitable tune composed for it by Mrs Dumbreck, so that " Auld Hawick" has deservedly become a favourite with our "men and maidens free." At the farewell supper given to Bailie Michie on the eve of his departture for South Africa, 26th September, 1879, Mr Hogg sang this song and acknowledged himself the author. I LIKE AULD HAWICK. They ask me, Hawick, to leave you, And wonder why I stay 'Midst factory smoke and ceaseless din Of looms both night and day. But I like auld Hawick, and her folks I like, Her men and maidens free; Sweet memories dwell in the good old town That aye was kind to me. They tell me no beauty's around you, Your hills are bare and plain, That the lingering Teviot is silent and sad, And the Slitrig aye filling wi' rain. But I like auld Hawick, and her...
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