Jarvis Bros of Forfar - Summer Sale, 2010 (1)
Many years ago I intoned the sequence of vowels in descending notes - 'a', 'e', 'i', 'o', 'u' at St John's Church choir practice under the redoubtable Claude Forster. Each verse here has rhymes following this pattern. Just as the vowels are deeply embedded in our language, so Jarvis Bros (always known as 'Jarvises') is in with the bricks of the town. That what follows here is no more than doggerel is, of course, no reflection on 'Jarvises'!
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
And Henry Michie's coos are long away
But Jarvises, it seems is here to stay
Let's keep those Chains and Multiples at bay!
Lang syne when I was just a callow teen
I fancied purple troosers that I'd seen
But Chickie found my outré taste obscene
I left the shop with humdrum lovat green.
These days the windows I see, passing by
Are not the kind that really hold my eye
But Forfar folk know it's the place to buy
That quality's a thing that doesn't die.
And a' the toon is really in the know
That in the sale each bargain's sure to go
Skirt, shirt, hat, scarf and dickie bow
The carpeting you find deep down below.
So harking back to Henry Michie's coo
Its milk, sold mixed with water, often blue
Not all of Forfar's past was straight and true
But Jarvises is true blue, through and through.