I remember sitting on the bed in the back bedroom as he played, mum used to make him practice his saxaphone into the airing cupboard the melodeon in the hut but the banjo in the back bedroom.

Helleujah i'm a bum
Old faithful
Will the angels sing their songs for me

right up till just before he died aged 93 he could recite many long poems.

The shooting of Dan Magrew
The creation of sam magee
The green eye of the little yellow god
Tam o shanter

and his own poems

The golddigger
Macbeth
The easter egg


My mum on the other hand sang all the timewhnever she was working about the house you would here her sweet voice.

The star o Rabbie Burns
The rowan tree
Dark Lochnagar
Grannies hielan hame

these were joined by hymns and any other tunes that happened to flow through her head.