The Blane Burn.

Tumbling over rocky fells,
Richly brown from moorlands ells;
Spots of snowy, feathery foam
Dancing on thy wavelets come;
While thy amber tinted stream
Sparkles in the sunny gleam.
Bonnie Blane, I love thee better
Chafing in thy rocky fetter,
Twisting ‘mong the rocks so jaggy,
Foaming ‘mong the boulders craggy
Pouring o’er Ballagan Fall,
Where the mountain ash grows tall,
And fronds of graceful maidenhair,
Wave like streamers in the air.

I love thee better in sweet anger
That I love thy ease and languor,
By Duntreath so slowly wandering,
And by moss, so old, meandering;
Where Buchanan saw thee flowing,
As, on Roman lore bestowing
All his heart, he wandered musing,
Old heroic deeds perusing;
While wine water gurgled up
Unheeded in thy emerald cup.
Bonnie Blane, unchanged forever!
Blessing on thee, modest river!
Still thou flowing on, meandering
Though no seer is by thee wandering
Through rich herbage, flower bedropt,
Through rich meadow, lamb becropt,
Sometimes in deep pools thou liest,
Where the sun gleam never pryest,
Sleeping in a coloured bed
Strewn with pebbles white and red.

Bonnie Blane, sweet tiny river!
Blessing be upon thee ever,
As in sleeping or in waking
Onward thy sweet way thou’rt taking,
While the scented breezes quiver
With light breath thy tideless river!
Thus, in ever varying mood,
Foaming bright or sullen flood,
Thou holdest on thy lonely way,
Stopping neither night nor day,

Till, at last, all tired and weary,
Through the sauchs and tangles dream,
In the Meeting Linn so deep
At last thou liest down to sleep,
Thy name forgot, in soft repose
Clear Endrick Waters thee enclose,
And in Loch Lomond’s quiet breast
Thy joys and griefs are lulled to rest

Thomas Thorpe

The following is an article by Murray O Donnell that appeared in the Blane of June 2000

A lot of interest has been shown in the Strathblane poet Thomas Thorpe mentioned in a previous edition of the Blane. A short history of his life was sent to me from Kent by Mrs Mitchell, wife of the great grandson of Thomas Thorpe.

He was born in Milton, Dunbartonshire, on the 9th March 1829. The family moved to Strathblane in 1834 and Thomas later worked in the Printworks, following in the family footsteps.
On the 9th July 1859, he married local girl Janet Jolly.
In 1862, Thomas and his wife and two children moved to Busby where he began working at the Print Works in Field Road. They had eight children in all but three died in childbirth.
In 1882, Thomas Thorpe’s poetry was included in an anthology entitled Modern Scottish Poets, edited by D H Edwards and in 1883 he published privately a book of his own poems under the title, Poems by the Wood, Field and Fire Side.
On 15th March 1892 he died in Busby aged 63 years and was buried in Mearns Kirkyard.