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Culloden

Over SchotlandPosted by Peter Wed, February 25, 2015 11:12:36
Have you ever been to Culloden Moor
Have you heard the horrible stifled snore
Of the Jacobite clans who lie there?
Sleeping softly, in mass graves everywhere....
Desperate they died for a gallant cause,
To restore the Stuarts to ALBA's shores.
The Butcher Cumberland slew the wounded where they lay,
Aye, it was surely a terrible day,
When lowlanders fought the highlanders...
The harsh Hannovian showed no pity
To the wee brave clans who did their duty.
As they lay dead on Culloden Moor
Crows clustered to devour them, rich and poor,
Then the Prince departed without a care:
Leaving his clansmen in total despair.
They served their Prince with courage; gave their all,
They will never age on Culloden Moor.

By Clive MacKenzie Richards



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Mairi' s wedding

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Sat, January 31, 2015 13:26:47

Chorus

Step we gaily on we go

Heel for heel and toe for toe

Arm in arm and row and row

All for Mairi' s wedding

Over hill-way up and down

Myrtle green and bracken brown

Past the shieling through the town

All for Mairi's wedding

Chorus

Plenty herring plenty meal

Plenty peat tae fill her creel

Plenty bonny bairns as weel

That's the toast for Mairi

Chorus

Cheeks as bright as rowans are

Brighter far than any star

Fairest of them all by far is my darling Mairi

Chorus

Over hill-ways up and down

Myrtle green and bracken brown

Past the sheiling through the town

All for sake of Mairi

Chorus





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Santa Claus

Over SchotlandPosted by Peter Sat, December 20, 2014 19:47:30

St. Nicholas

According to local Irish legend, Saint Nicholas is buried in Co Kilkenny. The grave is said to be in the ruined Church of St Nicholas, Jerpoint. The church is all that remains of the medieval village, Newtown Jerpoint, that fell to ruin by the 17th century. The village was surrounded by the Cistercian Jerpoint Abbey, founded in 1183. Located on 1,880 acres, the abbey had its own gardens, watermills, cemetery, granary, and kitchens. It served as a launching point for Irish-Norman Crusaders from Kilkenny. The abbey was disolved in 1540.


The ruined church is now found on privately held farm land. Located to the west of the abbey, the church has an unusual grave slab with an image of a cleric, thought to be a bishop, and two other heads. The cleric is said to be St Nicholas and the heads, the two crusaders who, so the story goes, brought Nicholas' remains back to Ireland. Though the church dates from 1170, the grave slab appears to be from the 1300s.


The tale tells of a band of Irish-Norman knights from Jerpoint, traveling to the Holy Land to take part in the Crusades. On retreat, as they headed home to Ireland, they seized St Nicholas' remains, bringing them back to Kilkenny, where the bones were buried.

Evidence lends some posible credence to this tale as the Normans in Kilkenny were keen collectors of religious relics—possibly even more so than the Italians. And it is known that Norman knights from Kilkenny participated in the Holy Land Crusades.


Another version of the story tells of a French family, the de Frainets, who removed Nicholas' remains from Myra to Bari, Italy, in 1169 when Bari was under the Normans. The de Frainets were crusaders to the Holy Land and also owned land in Thomastown, Co Kilkenny. After the Normans were forced out of Bari, the de Frainets moved to Nice, France, taking the relics with them. When Normans lost power in France, the Nicholas de Frainets packed up once again, moving to Ireland. This story has the relics being buried in Jerpoint in 1200.

This poem by Bill Watkins commemorates the legend:

'The Bones of Santa Claus'

Where lie the bones of Santa Claus
To what holy spot each pilgrim draws
Which crypt conceals his pious remains
Safe from the wild wind, snows and rains.

It's not in Rome his body lies
Or under Egypt's azure skies
Constantinople or Madrid
His reliquary and bones are hid.

That saint protector of the child
Whose relics pure lie undefiled
His casket safe within it's shrine
Where the shamrocks grow and rose entwine.

Devout wayfarer, cease your search
For in Kilkenny's ancient church
Saint Nicholas' sepulcher is found
Enshrined in Ireland's holy ground.

So traveler rest and pray a while
To the patron saint of orphaned child
Whose bones were brought to Ireland's shore
Safe from the Vandal, Hun and Moor.

Here lie the bones of Santa Claus
Secure beneath these marble floors
So gentle pilgrim, hear the call
And may Saint Nicholas bless you all.



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Deathpoem

Over SchotlandPosted by Peter Thu, January 23, 2014 08:00:54

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb;

Take this new treasure to thy trust,

and give these sacred relics room,

to slumber in the silent dust.



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Flower of Scotland

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Tue, January 21, 2014 13:25:26
O Flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

The Hills are bare now
And Autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL8_UwtkRGw


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The bonnie lass o'Fyvie o'

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Sat, January 04, 2014 17:43:21

There once was a troop o Irish dragoons,
Cam marchin doon through Fyvie o
The captains fell in love wi a very bonnie lass,
And her name it was cad pretty peggy o

Now theres many a bonnie lass in the howe o Auchterlass,
Theres manys a bonnie lass in the Garioch,
Theres many a bonnie Jean on the streets o Aiberdeen,
But the floor o them a is in Fyvie o

Oh its come doon the stair, pretty peggy my dear,
Its come doon the stair pretty Peggy o
Oh come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair,
Take a last farewell o your daddy o

Its Ill gie you ribbons for your bonnie golden hair,
Ill gie you a necklace o amber o
Ill gie you silken petticoats befitting your degree,
If youll convoy me doon tae my chaumer o

Oh I hae got ribbons for my bonnie golden hair,
And I got a necklace o amber o
And I got petticoats befitting my degree,
And Id scorn tae be seen in your chaumer o

It was early next morning when we rode awa,
And o but our captain was sorry o,
The drums they did beat Oer the bonnie braes o Gight,
And the band played the lowlands o Fyvie o

Lang eer we went into old Meldrum toon,
Its we had to carry our Captain o
Lang eer we went into bonnie Aiberdeen,
Its we had our captain to bury o

Green grow the birk on bonnie Ythanside,
And low lies the lowlands o Fyvie o
The captains name was Ned and he died for a maid,
He died for the bonnie maid o Fyvie o

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCmoex2fWak




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Mist Covered Mountains

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Tue, December 31, 2013 11:43:17

Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

There shall I visit the place of my birth
And they'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth
All so loving and kind full of music and mirth,
In the sweet sounding language of home.

Chorus
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

There shall I gaze on the mountains again,
On the fields and the woods and the burns and the glens,
Away 'mong the corries beyond human ken
In the haunts of the deer I will roam

Chorus
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

Hail to the mountains with summits of blue,
To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew.
To the women and men ever constant and true,
Ever ready to welcome one home.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZvM5Qw-Aw8


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On the Road to Passchendaele

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Tue, December 31, 2013 11:37:49

There’s a light that shines in Flanders
As a beacon for the brave
From the distant past it wanders
To recall the lives they gave
And it tells each generation
To be wise and never fail
To remember those who’ve fallen
On the road to Passchendaele

Chorus

On the road to Passchendaele
On the road to Passchendaele
Where the brave will live forever
On the road to Passchendaele
(repeat)

Come with me and I will show you
Why all wars should ever cease
Take a walk among the gravestones
And your tears will cry for peace
For their spirits walk in Flanders
You can hear the grieving wail
For the brave who laid their lives down
On the road to Passchendaele

Chorus
On the road to Passchendaele
On the road to Passchendaele
Where the brave will live forever
On the road to Passchendaele
(repeat)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJdh1M5PGTg



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