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ARLT Summer School  1990



held at Jordanhill College, Glasgow

Directed by Mr W S Wilkie

Song of the Glasgow Summer School, 1990


( Words by Janet, Robert and Mary. )

Sung by Jeremy Rider.


1. Where hev ye been arl the week,

Wilkie boy, Wilkie boy?

Where hev ye been arl the week,

Me Wilkie boy?


Ar've been up at Jordan Hill

In obedience to your will,


Oh, the Summer School's been wonderful,

Me darlin' Wilkie boy.


2. Oh, the doors were all locked tight, Ch.

Alec Mair hove into sight; Ch.

He showed us many a slide,

And he acted as our guide. Ch.


3. Next McDowell on "The Birds" Ch.

'Tio-tiöed' some funny words. Ch.

"Question-time" with three on panel

Did their best not just to flannel. Ch.


4. Lawrence Keppie, him ye ken, Ch.

Taught us how to say 'Bearsden'. Ch.

T'Ardoch's ditches five we went;

All our energy was spent. Ch.


5. Prof. Walsh talked of Angel's tongues', Ch.

Then tonight we filled our lungs Ch.

With the 'Carmina Burana',

Multa sacra et profana. Ch.


6. Where hev ye been arl the week? Ch.

Where hev ye been arl the week? Ch.

We've been reading Latin RIGHT,

And it's surely not been DRIGHT!

Oh, the Summer School's been wonderful,

Me darling Wilkie boy.


A Farewell


1. O Kelvin banks are fair,

Bonnie lassie O,

When in summer we are there,

Bonnie lassie O!

There the May-pink's crimson plume

Throws a soft but sweet perfume

Round the yellow banks of broom,

Bonnie lassie O!


2. Then farewell to Kelvin Grove,

Bonnie lassie O

And adieu to all I love,

Bonnie lassie O!

To the river winding clear,

To the fragrant scented brier,

E'en to thee of all most dear,

Bonnie lassie O!


3. And farewell to Jordanhill,

Bonnie lassie O

And to Janet and to Bill,

Bonnie lassie O!

To the friends that we made here,

To the talks and trips and beer.

Shall we meet again next year,

Bonnie lassie O?