Tag: Hugh Hainey

Who’s that? Ask a woman fae Hamilton!

Who’s that? Ask a woman fae Hamilton!

Who’s that? Awe hur’ she merrit that chancer” wi the baldy hair,
Oh aye! Is mither’ lives in Sempie St, wee aggie” lives up the stair,,
A cannie think? Aye ye kin’ She walks wae lisp, n’ talks wae a limp,,
Who his mither? Naw! that hussy he’s muckin aboot wae, the pimp”

Well who’s she? Och, kin ye no remember that wee guy wae the lugs”
Naw! Ye must remember him,, he looks like wannie them toby jugs”
Och aye” well thats hur faither” they rekin he’s bin a da” tae dozens”
Realy” Aye! Awe fur gods sake its “Fanny,” she’s wannie yir cousins””

A WISH…..

A Wish,

A wish a wis back in Hamilton, up there in old South Lanarkshire,
A wish a wis back in ma maws wee hoose, sittin”by the open fire,
A wish a wis back in ma auld school, among awe ma auld friends,
A wish a wis back in ma auld haunts”, where friendship never ends,

A miss the Baths, The Brandon Cafe, The auld “Hamilton Advertiser ”
A miss the auld folk all around, aye aulder but so much” more wiser’,
A miss the wicked sense of humour, and of coarse that witty”banter”
A miss Hamilton, Hillhoose, Burnbank, ok! Sometimes even Blanti’r”

A telt awe ma kids n’ grandkids aboot this place, over n’ over again,
A telt them awe aboot the things a got up tae, when a wis jist a wain,
A telt them aboot all the people there, n” they couldn’t be any prouder,
A telt them tae tell their kids, they say aye ok “shout a wee bit louder”,

A wish a could write a book aboot this place, but whit kin a do or say,
A wish a could mention the special people there,so great in everyway,
A wish a could stop wellin up with pride , every time a hear it’s name”,
A wish is what the heart makes, so I’ll say a wish that a wis Hame”

The above poem was written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Hainey.

Cooncil’ PAP”

Cooncil’ PAP”
Here’s a wee tip fur ye, ir’ ye feeling a bit homesick ?
Jist’ log on’ tae Historic Hamilton”, it only a wee click,
Yil’ find oot how things used tae be, n’whit tae know,
Go on then, found it?, well ‘click’ and away ye go,,,,

There’s a medieval village been found jist’ off the M74,
Keep looking doon the pages, n’ learn much much more,
Aln Scullino seen a plaque, i realy hope he writes a book,
Half of Hamilton n’ Janette Mc Callum, awe went tae look,,

Margaret Caddens showed photos by hur da’ Tom Kinsella,
Carol Boyd, Isobel Mc Taggart, both said what a lovely fella,,
Someone wants a 1975, year book for the Holy Cross High?
We’d like tae see these photographs of all the times gone by,

Jackie Bendoris Hills, sent a photo” disco’in the town hall,
A kin remember earlier, in the 60’s when we all had a ball,
Look fur a poem by Wilma Bolton, about St Annes School.
Margaret Duffy, Nancy Skelton, and me, say it’s realy cool,,

Every post thats bin’ sent in, fae Lanark tae East Kilbride,,
Ye kin feel the pride “oozing” out it makes you warm inside,,
Next time ye hear ‘propaganda’ n’ awe the “council” crap,,
Remember it’s the people,who put “Strathclyde” on the Map,,

The above poem was written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Hainey. Hugh, This brought a smile to my face.

Whenever I think of Hame

Whenever I think of Hame”” Hamilton”comes into my mind,
The people and the places, they are of a very special kind,

The place has changed so much, over all these many years,
Sometimes, just one wee memory, brings back happy tears,

I spent my youth in this great place, with “happy, happy days,
That’s where my life was shaped, in oh so many many ways,

Not so much the place, but all the people who made this town,,
For passion pride n’ friendship,” Hamiltonians” hold the Crown””

(A Very special toon’)
The above poem was written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Hainey.

FREINDS REUNITED

F:A:O Hugh Hainey, I have some good news from the poem that you wrote …” A TIME TO REFLECT”

Hugh Hainey wrote a poem for Historic Hamilton on the 15/12/2015 and the poem was this:

“A time to reflect, (with hope to make it right)

When ever i see a bully, i try to teach them a lesson,
This story is about me, it’s by way of my confession,

I can’t forget a fight with my friend, red is all i see,
There was a rotten bully, and it turned out to be me.

There were loads of other kids, shouting eggin” us on,
I looked into his eyes, i knew our friendship it was gone,

The shame i felt after, when they pulled us both apart,
To see the look on my friends face, realy broke my heart,

His family emigrated to Canada, it was around 1964,
Why oh why did i not go round and knock upon his door,
If I’d only said sorry, maybe we could be friends once more,

50yrs and i still cant forget, the one thing in life i realy do regret,,,

Historic Hamilton, I’d love to find this wee man,
If anyone can do it you and yir readers can.
His name is Danny Dominic, he left 50 odd years ago,
He moved from Hillhouse, to Hamilton Ontario,

Any information, or if anyone knows where he’s at,
Will you please say sorry, from a stupid auld scots pratt””

Hugh, I contacted a couple of websites in Canada and I am pleased to tell you that I have found your old pal Danny Dominic….

Danny wrote back to us and said:

“I received your correspondence this week regarding the poem written by one of your members Hugh Hainey, I would like to confirm that I am the individual Daniel Dominick that Hugh is looking for as I remember that day 50 years ago well enough. Please have Hugh reach out to me thru this email address would be happy to re connect.

Dan Dominick
289 339 4879
danjed4@gmail.com

Hugh, Thank you for sending your poem to Historic Hamilton, As always your poems are fantastic to read, and please let us know if you & Daniel have put everything behind you.

I wish the both of you all the very best.

Admin

IS IT A BOOK YE WANT

“Is it a book ye want”
A see yir’ on aboot writin a book, well that’s mighty task,
The informations at yir’ fingertips, if no ye jist hiv tae ask.

Jist look aroon’ the places that yir’ postin’ aboot every day,
Go on meet the people, write a book, tae them that’s child’s play.

Ask aboot their thoughts n’ fears, they’ll sharp talk off yir’ ears,
They’ll tell ye things ye won’t believe, stuff that’s bin telt fur years.

Go out n’ have a fun day oot in Hamilton, Burnbank and Blantir’,
You’ll hiv loads of things tae write aboot, if ye listen tae the banter.

Jist look at their faces, suss their age, then thir era ye can gage,
See ye cannae ask a young un’ aboot whit happend in another age.

The best news is from the source, ask if true, they’ll say of cource,
Yil git loads that’ll talk awe day,n’ tell ye porkies till they’re hoarse’.

Remember people ye talk tae, take some wae a wee pinch of salt,
They’ll say they worked on the titanic, if ye buy them a single malt.

But seriously, these great people, who live n’ work all these places,
They’ve got histories to be told, the truth is in all of thir faces.

Written for Historic Hamilton by Hugh Haney 16/10/2015.

A HAMILTON POEM

Hurrah for Historic Hamilton, and yir’ stories aboot oor histories’
I love the way ye dig them up, then solve awe them wee mysteries,
The story aboot the break in n’ the dissapearng chicken,
If ye could talk tae the wan that done it, he’d say it wis finger lickin”
Yir’ pages n’ posts are magic, aboot the people n’ awe the places,
It’s great the way ye suss them oot, n’ put names tae thir’ faces,,


For awe the great folk in Hamilton Blanti’r and Burnbank,
For all you’re hard work, you’re the one we’d like to thank,


The story aboot regent centre, n’ the wee man wae the monkey,
I sure remember tha wee guy, ye see noo am turnin’ a hamilton junkie,
I log on you’re page n’ when iv’e looked, that’s it completely hooked,,
Some of the stories people send are so far out you could write a book,
Whit’s this aboot the Polis’ pinchin paint worth very little money,
But the story wis he didnae git done,, is’nt that a wee bit funny,,


I realy love the stories aboot the real people, the auld fashioned folk,
I like the way you put them across, n’ sometimes wrap them with a joke,,
Yir’ always informitive, and always precice, some are nasty, but most are nice,,
So keep goin for awe us oldies, and new new followers yet to come,,
If the proofs in the pudding’. You’re page is the Plum””.

Written by Hugh Hainey 13/10/15