The Bottom Cross.

Botton Cross WM.

Bottom Cross
Written for Historic Hamilton
By Kit Duddy.

It’s amazing how some places feature high in your life, your memories keep returning be they bad or be they nice.

The Bottom Cross in Hamilton always had my mind, if you were ever looking for someone it’s one place you must have mined.

Let’s check out the area from my mind to see what still lingers, just how easy that would be when I don’t need to lift a finger.

Back in my school days would be my first journey there, trying to get those Latin verbs out from
In my hair. St. John’s I found was murder, I had to have an out that’s
when I found what Burtons was all about.

No not the corner windows it was just up the stair, the snooker hall or billiards to marvel at the flair. The guys up there were brilliant better than me or you, some of them so magic they had their
own cue.

Across the road was Equi’s a tally cafe there the patter was fantastic,
an the cokes were priced fair. Four Picture houses round the streets and you always were able to get a seat.

Sometimes the balcony was the thing you sat up there and we could fling nuts at all the courting couples just as the guys moved in for a cuddle?

Later on and looking for style I’d shop in Harrison’s for a while, my first made to measure suit and a pair of winkle picker boots.

The latter was an awful pair my face and nose ended up sair, jumped on a moving SMT bus
my shoes they weren’t very fussed. The pointed toe on the platform bent but my body to the floor was sent, my face and nose was quite a mess while the toe into the laces was pressed.

My first job was a butcher boy in Millers shop there was a real joy, away from Doc Gilmour’s golden rules meant that I could play the fool. Every single
Friday night a game of snooker or a bit of a fight, then the Troc to have a dance get a lumber if you
had a chance

The Bottom Cross where every thing started, lovers met or they just parted. Guys hung out or the Cops moved them on we were all youngsters but now our youth is gone.
My memories linger at
Burton’s door and I would love to be there with friends once more.

Ha Ha Hamilton

On a Saturday mornin, we awe went tae the baths,
Com’on let’s go tae the toon, hiv oorsels some laughs,
We awe mingled at the bottom cross,havin a carry on,
Dayin’ a Harry Worth in Burtons windae, decidin where wir gawn,

Their buildin that new regent thingy, let’s go fur a wander,
Wee alec says ‘climb up the scaffold, n’ end up right roon yonder,
We wir sittin on the edge, a Lightbody’s man came wae a big tray on his heed,
As he walked by we leaned ower, a got a load o’ cream cakes, doughnuts n’breed

We were sittin there scoffin cakes, yum” then we came a cropper,
Standin there shoutin’ ‘come on git aff’ wis Hamiltons new copper,,
Ye cannae catch us wis the cry, as we splattered him wae cream n’breed,
He wis screamin at us, called us all sorts, n’ jist going aff his heed,

We ran roon the scaffold, he kept on chasin, he wis never gonna stop,
It wis realy funny, runnin hawdin he’s helmit, wae cream awe ower ls top,
The only problem wis, that we forgot, there wis only wan way doon,
”Big Wully,” the other polis’ even he wis laughin’ before he went to toon’

If Wully” tells you tae dae somethin, ye better dae it or yir’ dead,,
His favourite trick wis tae kick yir’ arse, or smack ye roon the head,
But ok, it wisnae funny, I thought awe the memories they wir great,
Jist wait tae the next time, I’ll tell ye whit happend wae the Majestrate,,,,,

Written by Hugh Haney for Historic Hamilton.