The Harp – by Joseph McTaggart
If Marriage were a Harp with strings
We´d surely sweep a strain
Bringing joy to Paisley town
While playing sweet refrains
We’d play a song on Fulbar road
And at the Bield scout hall
We´d play it at the social clubs
and laughing, folks would fall
We’d play the Harp upon the braes
While young men play away
While older couples watch sunset
the Harp would gently sway
We’d sweep a strain of sad refrain
At Coats mills passing by
We’d touch upon a melody
Where many threads were tied
We’d play the Harp across the track
As cyclists wave us by
We’d play and wait at graveyard´s gates
For those who´ve said goodbye
We’d play a tune right at the schools
The Children would be pleased
We’d pass the Harp to little ones
To hold upon their knees
And at the rail-way with it´s sounds
We´d play a strain so glad
Then leave the Harp at Gilmour Street
For travellers who feel bad
To strain some sounds of happiness
And joy for all the town
To watch it grow with sadness no!
But, all to gather round
And as young men in later years
watch Paisley grow and change
the Harp will say, much more than words
of Love which e´r remains
So next time ye are in County Square
and music, sounds so low,
take time to gather round the Harp
near where the Cart does flow
A strain which sweeps a Lover´s heart
With gladness, faith and joy
And plays its tune eternally
For all who will enjoy
An everlasting song of Love
surpassing space and time
a Love which lasts eternally
Which no man can define
