Memories, Portglenone Primary School, Townhill Road

Ok, this is very much a work-in-progress.

Hoping to see past pupils send in their memories of their time at this wonderful little school on the Townhill Road in Portglenone. Master Mills, Miss Chesney, Miss Kerr, Miss Hill.

Portglenone Primary School, 1907

Headmaster Mills

Master Mills, Portglenone

Headmaster Mills was the principal of Portglenone Primary School, on the Townhill Road, for many years. After several decades working at the school, he finally retired in 1975. He lived on the main street of the village, between Shepherd’s Corner and the bank.

Master Mills had a great love of poetry. Indeed, even at an advanced age, he was still able to quote long lines of poetry, just from memory.

I attended Portglenone Primary School between 1968 and 1976. A childhood memory of mine, is Master Mills reciting the entire Sir Walter Scott poem, Young Lochinvar.

Sitting on top of the teacher’s table, fully at ease, addressing the most senior class (an amalgamation of Primary 6 and 7), Mr Mills clearly loved this poem (published in 1808) about the daring young Scottish knight. He would sometimes look down at the pen that he rolled occasionally in his hand, as if reading the next lines from it. Wonderful memories.

portglenone primary school poem
Young Lochinvar, poem by Sir Walter Scott

Young Lochinvar
By Sir Walter Scott

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he enter’d the Netherby Hall,
Among bride’s-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
“O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”

“I long woo’d your daughter, my suit you denied;—
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide—
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.”

The bride kiss’d the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff’d off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look’d down to blush, and she look’d up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,—
“Now tread we a measure!” said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper’d, “’twere better by far
To have match’d our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.”

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach’d the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,” quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?


Portglenone Primary School Teachers 1967



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