Last nicht I ate a hunk o’ cheeseAfore I went tae bed,An’, that wi’ me aye disagrees,I’ll dream the nicht,” I said.An’ sure enough, I wasna doonAn’ barely closed ma een,When I was fair transportedTae the year Twenty nineteen.It seemed tae me that I was dressedAn’ tae the Kirk was gaun,My Sunday suit was newly pressedAn’ a hymn book in my haun.For by this time it noo appearedThat I was muckle thinner,An’ was a member o’ the choirAn’ what’s mair, leadin’ tenor.The service wasna half way thro’The sermon just begun,When in my lug I heard a “Boo”,I loupit up tae run.“sit doon, Sit doon an’ hae a crackAn’ dinna start tae hoast,”An’ man alive when I looked roon,‘Twas Davie Patersons’ Ghost.We sat an’ cracket in the choirAs if it was yestreen,An’ nae another memberMy ghostly pal had seen.An’ when the closin’ hymn was sun’My ain puir v’ice was lost,The leadin’ tenor sure as fate,Was Davie Paterson’s Ghost.The service o’er I made for hameNae speakin’ tae a soul,An’ at thecorner o’ the roadGaed clash intae a hole.For an Austin an’ a trailer greyGaed whizzin’ past the post,An’ at the wheel in great arrayWas Davie Paterson’s Ghost.Wi’ that I waukened wi’ a startI was flat upon the flair,My throat was dry – I was freezin’ caulI’ll guzzle cheese nae mair.But man, if speerits o’ the deidShould wander or get lost,In an Austin an’ a trailerYe’ll fin’ Davie Paterson’s Ghost.James McLemanWhen Mr David Paterson died at the end of 1972 Holytown village and Holytown Church lost one of its best known residents and members. Mr Paterson had a welcome for all who visited the Church and made a point of speaking to any newcomers or visitors. For many years he was in the choir. He was also treasurer and session clerk. He founded the Boys’ Brigade Company and was always known by “his boys” as “Captain” long after he laid down the reins.