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| The boiling of Linseed oil for making the linoleum cement was the cause of the smell from the factories. Many factories were around the railway lines which go through the town, hence the smell when approaching by train; this prompted the poem, by Mary Campbell Smith. |
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Is it feart to gang in the tunnel ? Whit wey is the furnace no pit oot ? When the rain gangs doon the funnel ? What’ll I hae for my tea the nicht ? A herrin’, or maybe a haddie ? Has Gran’ma gotten electric licht ? Is the next stop Kirkcaddy ? |
An’ sea – gulls ! – sax or seeven. I’ll no fa’ oot o’ the windae, Maw, It’s sneckit, as sure as I’m leevin’. We’re into the tunnel ! we’re a’ in the dark ! But dinna be frichtit, Daddy, We’ll sune be comin’ to Beveridge Park, And the next stop’s Kirkcaddy ! |
It’s awfy’ wee an’ curly. See ! there’s a coo and a cauf ootbye, An’ a lassie pu’ in’ a hurly ! He’s chakkit the tickets and gien them back, Saw gie me my ain yin, Daddy. Lift doon the bag frae the luggage rack, For the next stop’s Kirkcaddy ! |
An eh ! dae ye see the cruisers ? The cinnamon drop I was sookin the noo Has tummelt and’ stuck taw ma troosers…… I’ll sune be ringin’ ma Gran ‘ma’s bell, She’ll cry, “Come ben, my laddie.” For I ken mysel’ by the queer like smell That the next stop’s Kirkcaddy ! |
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Fife has an abundance of rich history
I used to visit my grandmother’s sisters in Kirkcaldy. One of her brothers was a founder member and played for Raith Rovers. So many memories.
I remember reading this in school St Andrews High back in the early 60’s.