Posts tagged Scotland
The Sculptor Remembers
He told all of who he met
Of the Covenantor martyrs and our debt
And that he had not finished yet
Monuments to erect
All time their names in stone to set
Their place in history to perfect.
Living on others charity
He repaid their hospitality
By devoting himself in totality
As he believed God did ask
Him to use his sculpture creativity
To star [...]
It Foils Their Art
It foils their art the words to speak
Or to comprehend it to seek
To appear cultured and chic
All today strive
And a tongue long past its peak
Struggles to survive.
Aye, from a time before today
When men cast not their traditions away
And had little against each other to say
And had not yet the English tongue perfect
They spoke proud in their [...]
Toast to Parting Brethern
Masonic Lodge – A degree in progress.
Brothers all, children under God
Who sees all that is there,
Makes all and likes all level
Likes all and keeps all square.
Until we meet again, a toast
Toast to present and absent friends
As others toast us when we are not near
As life on different paths the other sends.
We’re here today, but [...]
King Billy and The Pope
The touring Orangemen in Stormont,
To see the picture came,
The victor of the Boyne,
Who banished Popery to shame,
But when they came upon it,
The asked how could it be:
For the pope blessing King Billy
Was what they all could see.
An outrage and an insult:
With this they could not cope,
An unholy alliance
Of King Billy and the Pope,
And so [...]
On Reading Poems of the Ulster Weaver...
I, the scholar knowledge saught
I had my imagination caught
By rhymes from lives that were wrought
From poverty
And by those who never thought
Things better should be.
Each man took life as it came
Glad of days bad and good the same
Some men were wild and more were tame
None their work would shirk
Of their little schooling they had no shame
L [...]
The Causeway of Giants
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Ardrossan: Looking for a Ferry to Arr...
I walked there, in the cold and hard wind
Looking for a ferry that might sail
To the far mystic Isle of Arran
But none went that day in the strong gale
And as I stood there in the harbour
I realised, that this is what we are
Dependent on Master Weather who
Allows us so near, keeps us so far
Sailing Loch Lomond
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Love of a Lady Liberated Tam Lin
Teas the love of a lady liberated Tam Lin
From the grasp of the Fairy Queen
To spite all the spells she held on to him well
And won his freedom one dark Halloween
If a man should have such luck to see a lady there pluck
From a wood a protected white rose
How man would chance the depth of Romance
To free a man held so captive by spell do you s [...]
He Plays the Pitches of Heaven
Jimmy “Jinky” Johnstone – Celtic legend
He plays on the pitches of heaven,
With the rest of Celtics Sons
And Satan and Beelzebub
Are wearing the colours of the Huns.
Aye, Satan’s children are not Celtic fans
The fire of flames is the home of the Blue
The pitchfork the new Ibrox emblem
The Union Jack is their flag there [...]
