Youth in it’s time was ever ment to be spent,
the time and the effort that searching has rent.
Finding each dream and sensations unknown,
in your dotage will be regretted as blown.
Hamilton in the 60S sensations were always around,
the Troc and the bands with no alcohol to down.
Or Equis for chippies and ice cream dreams,
to the Tassie for beer with the thickist o’ cream.
Bailies Causeway for two up win your night out,
or down palace grounds if your in with a shout.
The Hibs club, the Welfares, Blantyre or Fairhill
The Mill Inn or Whisky Well if you’ve had your fill.
Then Pubs with the sing song up the back stairs,
if you think your Caruso just take to the flair.
No Kareoke to cover to cover all your sins,
your voice cannae hack it you know you’ll get binned.
Dances all over the town sometimes even a ball,
country and western or jazz down the town hall.
Cosy corner dancing in the open air,
Chantinghall hotel posing in their chairs.
Youth in it’s time should not be curtailed,
if they lose all that energy we have failed.
Hamilton in the past or Hamilton now,
I’d rather dance here as be staying up the ‘Gow.
The above poem was written for Historic Hamilton by Kit Duddy