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Faskine Tale  Elizabeth Tennant

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Murray & Paterson Intro
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Stewart & LLoyds
Clyde Tube Works

RB Tennent Coatbridge
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My RB Tennent Years - Grant Cullen

William Bain & Co

Memories of the Lochrin
Calder Hot Roll John Marr
Thomas Hudson & Co
Gartsherrie Iron
Summerlee Ironworks

Bairds of Old Monkland

Bairds of Gartsherrie

William Baird & Co

“Auld” Old Monkland
(Bob Cameron  c1986)

Old Monkland Memories
from Canada - John Marrs

Memories Langloan c1987
Margie (Logue) Weisak
Langloan Lum

Janet Hamilton -
The Candy Man - Art McGivern
Baxters Buses
Birds of Prey
The Railways
Gartloch Hosp
Bert Gilroy
The Penny Project
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Memories of Langloan


The Langloan Lum

Douglas Longmuir

See yon abandoned chimney stack
Majestic, square and solemn
Beside the rusted railway track

Its monumental column

Subdued by none in airy height
With lofty gaze around

Its aching feet in humble plight
Firm fastened to the ground


Its wide horizon stretches there
In broad expansive view

Beneath its gaze with molten flare
The slagging slowly grew

Then up Dundyvan's winding road
To Whifflet's Rosehall crest

And down to Monklands' last abode
Where now, past voices rest


The fiery blast at Summerlee

The flames of Carnbroe
Gartsherrie's carna
l beams we see
As pigs of iron flow

The belching steam and hammers loud
Where men face heat and haze

We see again the glowing cloud

The night's red sky ablaze


Where Greeting Sally wailed her sound
At nine each Monday morn

And wee alarms are mostly wound
To match the British horn

In rumbling train each waggon goes
Mong puffing clouds of steam
While thro it all, still gently flows
The Luggies ruined stream


Then Slap Up closes had their day
And moonlight flits at night

The pubs and pawns in close array
And many a challenge fight

Big monster polismen were seen
To quell the different clans

Lord help us if we got between
The Billies and the Dans


Then Johnny Cullen's single bills
Bob Fannan
's yams to spin

Sir George McCallum's choral trill
And Jimmy The Reel's wee tin

A splash in our canal one day

A man slipped off the path

It's only Cola Dan they say

It's just his annual bath


The Pie shop down Dundyvan stood
The Mecca of the dance

Where young ones in romantic mood
Were wont to birl and

The polis always at the door

The wains keek thro a seam

The bouncing floor complaining sore
The p
lace all smoke and steam


We watched the BBs picture screen
nd puffed our wee Woodbine

Our World was then the Fiddler's green
The lo
chs and puggy line

On New Year's Day a big steak pie
The Band marched down the street
We stil
l recall those days gone by
When old time pals we meet


By fate's decree our Langloan Lum
Made now the tale to tell

As stem command the end had come
In rumbl
ing blast it fell

No more to stand subdued by none
And gently scan the town

No more supreme in setting sun
Times had brought it down

Douglas Longmuir




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