OLD Darnick, famous ancient name, A village of historic fame, French Heightons, family of power Have always stayed in Darnick Tower, Six hundred years since they yince seen The Earl of Hertford on their green.

And young King James gazed on the view As Douglas fought Scott of Buccleugh.

Then local worthies by the score, Like Jim Gilroy, at Darnick Store And Nellies was a place to stop, Post Office and wee sweetie shop But spinning now is Cumbie Bowers And all those Lairds frae Darnick Towers.

What would they think of things today?

What would they do, what would they say ?

The hospital, its one black mark Has limited its staff car park!!

Imposing too, a muckle fine On those who overstay their time!

In Darnick streets, parked every day So many cars the roads one way!

The Melrose buses cant get through, So what are Darnick folk to do?

The Health Board treatment has been poor, Of Cooncillors nae sign for stoor!

The choice for Darnick folk is stark The village now a great car park!

It’s time for Darnick tae get tough All Darnick says” enoughs, enough !!” Let Darnick Tower sound auld alarms For all of Darnicks “up in arms” !!

The Melrose Poet