Land of my fathers! to thy sacred shoreI come in sorrow from the stranger’s hill,Unlike my sires, who, in days of yore,Thou cherished aye, and loved to honour still.Scaithed by relentless fate with many an ill,A wanderer I come, and hailed by none.It was not so my fathers sought thy sill.O mother! rise, behold thy hapless son,And toward him spread thine arms from out thy mountains dun. Land...
Oh, caurnie, whaur’s your rhymers noo?You yince had poets quite a few,But noo I look your paper through,and no’a verse,Can it be you’ve lost the breedThat jingled cot a wee bit screed?Are they asleep or are they deid?whit mak’s them scarce? But maybe it’s because you’re “dry”,And no’ a drink to them supply,That they to ither taverns hie,and...
ABOUT the sheltered garden groundThe trees stand strangely still.The vale ne’er seemed so deep before,Nor yet so high the hill. An awful sense of quietness,A fulness of repose,Breathes from the dewy garden-lawns,The silent garden rows. As the hoof-beats of a troop of horseHeard far across a plain,A nearer knowledge of great thoughtsThrills vaguely through my brain. I lean my head upon my...
Summertime has been the blossom overAutumn chill has seen off meadow cloverA circling flock of starlings I can seeCome roosting on the rowan berry treeI do so yearn for days of early spring I contemplate the cold October skyA starlit night with frost descendingI shiver at the moon so bright on highWhile deep within a sigh ascendingI do so yearn for days of early spring Considering the snowy...
Mary Queen of Scots (1542-1587) (In a nutshell) Joe Sharp Le Dauphin, François and Mary Queen of Scots. The Prophecy “It cam’ wi’ ane lass, an’ it’ll pass wi’ ane lass” These were the prophetic words o’ her faither King JamesOn hearin’ the news o’ the birth at the PalaceHe laid doon an’ deid, haundin’ Mary o’er the reigns At nine months o’ age, oor Mary is QueenSecurely strapped in tae her wee...