Galashiels

"Soor Plums in Galashiels" has for centuries been a favourite air in the town, though the words of the song have perished.

All the wool then used was made into blankets, and "Galashiels Greys," (whatever fearful fowl they may have been).

He was then appointed master in a school connected with the Episcopal church at Galashiels, where he remained eleven years.

A perforated cross, the spoils of the old kirk of Galashiels, decorates an advanced door, and looks very well.'