After posting the article "The Clutha And John McGarrigle" I have received several comments and email, I particularly liked this email and have re-posted it with the sender's permission, she wishes to remain anonymous.
In Memory of John McGarrigle
On his barstool throne he sat content, the southside poet of the Vaults
And on that homely spot he supped his last, amongst the wit and Glesga patter
Amidst familiar words, wae well kent characters an' aw their thoughts
And there was no Waltzing Matilda, just the grit and grime of aw life’s matter
In our first, in our in-between, and our very last beating moments of the heart
Some things can only be measured in spirit and soul
Human warmth, kinship, music, love…………a last dance before we part
Kind words, a helping hand, a prayer, a smile, a story told..........