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Friday, 18 December 2015

Last Of Scotland's Dry Towns Now Wet

Thought you'd like to know when this momentus occasion was:

"Last Of Scotland's Dry Towns Now Wet
KIRKINTILLOCH, Scotland

(AP) - The Scots of Kirkintilloch voted 5,293-4,858 to allow pubs in the town for the first time in almost half a century.

Residents in 1920 voted pubs out under a local option and the drys won five polls in the 48 years since.

Kirkintilloch, a town of 24,000, was the last of Scotland's dry districts."
Sarasota Journal Jan 6th 1969
(Thanks to Alan of A Good Beer Blog for finding this.)

A surprisingly high turnout. And pretty close.

3 comments:

  1. There Are No Pubs In Kirkintilloch
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    In Kirkintilloch there's nae pubs
    And I'm sure you'll wonder why
    My brother and me, we went on a spree
    We drank the pubs a' dry, a' dry
    Drank the pubs a' dry

    My Granpaw he worked down the pit
    And so did my faither tae
    You work like a mule when you leave the school
    And you drink on a Saturday, my lads
    You drink on a Saturday

    In Kirkintilloch there's nae pubs
    And I'm sure you'll wonder why
    My brother and me, we went on a spree
    We drank the pubs a' dry, a' dry
    Drank the pubs a' dry

    The gaffer doon the pit my lads
    Could scarce believe his een
    For my brother and me we howked mair coal
    Than his latest cuttin' machine, my lads
    His latest cuttin' machine

    In Kirkintilloch there's nae pubs
    And I'm sure you'll wonder why
    My brother and me, we went on a spree
    We drank the pubs a' dry, a' dry
    Drank the pubs a' dry

    My faither he was a Glesga man
    And my mother come fae Troon
    They baith did say the other day
    It's time you settled doon, my lads
    It's time you settled doon

    In Kirkintilloch there's nae pubs
    And I'm sure you'll wonder why
    My brother and me, we went on a spree
    We drank the pubs a' dry, a' dry
    Drank the pubs a' dry

    So I think I'll just get married lads
    And hae a family tae
    Then we'll use our mits and work in the pits
    And drink on a Saturday, my lads
    And drink on a Saturday

    In Kirkintilloch there's nae pubs
    And I'm sure you'll wonder why
    My brother and me, we went on a spree
    We drank the pubs a' dry, a' dry
    Drank the pubs a' dry
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