The Duke - by
The heid-bummer, prood wi a ryaltie o a shillin a ton
/ lik the hovein o the coals alow the hauch o…
Lanarkshire
‘The Black Belt’ - by
Gruff trams and trains criss-cross and intersect
/ With glittering steel this leprous countryside;
/ Pyramid slagheaps threaten, seamed and specked
/ With smouldering pink: a…
Clyde - by
extract from ‘Falls of Clyde’, part of the the poem ‘Clyde’
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/ Where ancient Corehouse hangs above the stream,
/ And far…