Around the Clyde: Greenock: Bowling Club

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Greenock: Bowling Club

The Bowling Club grounds were right across the road from where my aunts lived in Ardgowan Square and, as the gate was usually open, it was where we sometimes went to take photos!

An old photo (not mine!!) of the Bowling Club from Ardgowan Square, around 1906

This is me in Ardgowan Square with the Bowling Club in the background, 1959

Inside the Bowling Club grounds in 1961..

...and again in 1969

Auntie Lett outside the gates in 1966

You can find the Bowling Club website here
(there is a detailed history of the club and many old and new photos)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: When walking past the tennis gound I used to collect the strayed tennis balls...take me back.
Alvan from Porthcawl...alvanb@globalnet.co.uk; June 25, 2011 at 11:39 PM
Jane said...: Thanks Alvan, so nice to hear from you!; June 26, 2011 at 10:42 PM
Anonymous said...: Hi Jane - I was trawling for information about the history of the bowling club, but i don't think your link is working any more. Can you help? Neil D - neil.duncanson@northonetv.com; July 27, 2020 at 1:04 PM

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SONG OF THE CLYDE

"I sing of a river I'm happy beside
The song that I sing is a song of the Clyde
Of all Scottish rivers it’s dearest to me
It flows from Leadhills all the way to the sea
It borders the orchards of Lanark so fair
Meanders through meadows with sheep grazing there
But from Glasgow to Greenock, in towns on each side
The hammers’ ding-dong is the song of the Clyde

(Chorus)
Oh the river Clyde, the wonderful Clyde
The name of it thrills me and fills me with pride
And I'm satisfied whate'er may betide
The sweetest of songs is the song of the Clyde

Imagine we’ve left Craigendoran behind
And wind-happy yachts by Kilcreggan we find
At Kirn and Dunoon and Innellan we stay
Then Scotland’s Madeira that’s Rothesay, they say
Or maybe by Fairlie and Largs we will go
Or over to Millport that thrills people so
Maybe journey to Arran it can't be denied
Those scenes all belong to the song of the Clyde

When sun sets on dockland, there’s beauty to see
The cry of a seabird is music to me
The blast of a horn loudly echoes, and then
A stillness descends on the water again
'Tis here that the sea-going liners are born
But unlike the salmon, they seldom return
Can you wonder the Scots o’er the ocean so wide
Should constantly long for the song of the Clyde?"

The first song I learnt to sing from memory! I don't know who wrote it though I've heard it sung by many well known singers. Here is a link to it sung by Kenneth McKellar (over a great video)!