The Peesweep Inn on the moorland road between Paisley and Lugton was a familiar landmark on the Gleniffer Braes.
So the Peesweep patter was always redolent of the day's issues, religion and social and working conditions.
The Peesweep Inn was Paisley's answer to Robert Burns's Poosie Nancie's Tavern in Mauchline.
It was named after the peesweep, or lapwing, a large black-and-white bird with a mournful pee-wit call, which was once common on the Gleniffer Braes.
One moonlit night, as I walked near the Peesweep Woods, I heard someone singing the haunting words of Robert Burns's melancholic lament for Bonnie Mary of Argyll, his ill-fated sweetheart.
The Coats family bequeathed Paisley its museum, library, observatory, Fountain Gardens, Peesweep
Sanatorium, public parks, school prizes, orphan homes and working girls' lodgings, as well as the glorious church bearing their name.