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The situation of the village is so sequestered that a
common saying of the country folks is as above. The phrase is the title
of the following lines composed by Stewart A. Robertson, M.A., Stirling
High School, and are supposed to be spoken by a husband to
his wife, both natives of the " Kingdom," dwelling in New York:-
"Oot o' the world and
into Kippen"
Eh! Jean,
d'ye mind the braes
That rise
sae bonnie frae the carse?
D'ye mind
the summer days
When you
and I were bairnies there
And never
thocht we'd be
Sae far
frae hame in this far land
Across the
saut, saut sea?
"Oot o' the world and
into Kippen"
The folks
wad laugh and say
Losh keep
me! lass, hoo things come back
It seems
but yesterday
Since you
and I forsook the braes
And owre
the waters came
To settle
in this weary land
Sae far,
sae far from hame.
"Oot o' the world and
into Kippen"
Eh
! Jean, that that could be?
There isna
ocht I hae on earth
But I wad
gladly gie
If
only we could tread again
The paths
where ance we ran
Where the
heather grows on Kippen Muir
And the
braes abune Boquhan.
Oot o' this
world o' noisy streets
Into that
place o' calm
Where to
the hills men lift their eyes,
D'ye mind
they sang that psalm
The Sabbath
we were kirkit there?
Aye, fifty
years are gone
But ye were
then the bonniest bride
'Tween
Kippen and Balfron.
Oot. o' this world o'
unkent things
Oh ! that
we baith could win!
And hear
the pee-weep on the hills
And see the
yellow whin
And see the
bonnie gowans smile
As if they
kent us a'
And
welcomed us to oor ain land,
The best
land o' them a'.
"Oot o' the world and
into Kippen"
Jean, lass,
it ne'er will be
The
burnie's waters ne'er run back
Nor buds
the uprooted tree.
The fecht
o' life for us is past
Forfochen
wi' the fray
Oot o' the
world and into-------rest,
Ere lang we
baith shall gae.
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