Clinty    Words: J.E.D. Murray.  Music: Adam Grant.   Arr.  Johnstone. 
The musings of Robert Oliver, Tailor and Town Councillor  (1772-1847) 
who acquired the name of "Clinty" from his paternal home"Clinthead", 
built on a  rock which overlooked the River Slitrig. 

I'm Clinty, Clinty, Clinty, frae my hoose upon a rock; 
I sei  the Slitrig whir-lin' roond, and I  hear St. Mary's clock; 
And often I think, as I blink, blink, blink, there's a lesson here for a'. 
"This life below, it's worry and woe: there's peace on the Kirkstyle wa'. 
There's peace on the Kirkstyle wa!" 

I'm Clinty, Clinty, Clinty, I've leev'd here baith boy and man; 
The brig and mie's been awfu' grit, since ever my life began 
And often I think, as I blink, blink, blink, and lean ow'er the crumblin' wa'. 
That someday sune, hit doon mei aboon, yet yiblins we'll get a ca' 
Yet yiblins weíll get a ca'. 

I'm Clinty, Clinty, Clinty, frae my hoose upon a rock; 
I hear the drums and Fifes gang by, and the rattle o' horses and folk. 
And I think, think, think, as I blink, blink, blink, at the lassies an' lads sae braw; 
That some day they, like mei will turn grey. 
Yet Commons they'll ride for a'; yet Commons they'll ride for a'