WEIRDALE AGAIN
I wrote about a placed called Weirdale yesterday,
Now this in another idea that came my way,
Did someone build a weir in a pretty dale,
‘That’s an oxymoron’ folks would wail.

A low lying place is no good to have a weir,
Or at least some wide river run quite near,
So I’ll tell of how Weirdale got it’s name
And how two people gained pride and fame.

A handsome young man brought a plot of land,
His name, Billy Weir, from Scotland he came,
He worked hard on his land, his crops did well,
But he was lonely, as all alone he did dwell.

He wrote to Scotland to a dear old friend,
Told him of the rich soil, until in the end
He too came to Canada, his name was Dale,
He had a pretty daughter, her name was Gail.

Billy Weir married Gail Dale and settled down,
They had lots of children that soon filled the town,
So Weirs and Dales came, lived happily ever after,
So the name Weirdale, was agreed with much laughter.

M Ann Margetson March 14, 2002
2002/1939/dale