Oops, I accidentally only sent part of John Thomson's poem:
It's up the hill, it's down the hill,
And roun' the hill, an a' man;
To Gullane Hill, wi' richt guid will,
If ye can gowff ava, man.
The turf is soft as maiden's cheek,
Wi' youth and beauty bloomin';
And bonnie thyme, wi' odour sweet,
The caller air's perfumin'.
There's hights and howes, there's bosky knowes,
As far as eye can cover;
By sea and land, a picture grand
Dame Nature shows her lover.
By the way, while in Gullane, you should make an appointment to see Archie Baird at his little museum. You can explain to him how you don't like Gullane No. 1.
Dan King
For scenery we place Gullane before any other green. It is said from the top of the hill on a clear day you can see fourteen counties. Certainly at many points the outlook is grand, far-reaching, unsurpassable in interest and beauty. Mind and body are refreshed as the eye wanders over the Firth, sweetly silvered under the sunshine of a summer day.
--John Kerr