Robbie Burns...

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Happy Robbie Burns night to you lovers of scotch, kilts and haggis! And sweet dreams with this:

 

But to see her was to love her;

Love but her, and love forever.

Had we never lov'd say kindly,

Had we never lov'd say blindly,

[Reuben Sandwich 13841]

Green grow the rashes O,

Green grow the rashes,

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,

Are spent among the lasses O.

 

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Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears,

Her noblest work she classes, O,

Her 'prentice hand She try'd on man,

An' then She made the lasses, O.

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Castle Gordon - 1787

 

Streams that glide in orient plains,

Never bound by Winter's chains;

Glowing here on golden sands,

There immix'd with foulest stains

From Tyranny's empurpled hands;

These, their richly gleaming waves,

I leave to tyrants and their slaves;

Give me the stream that sweetly laves

The banks by Castle Gordon.

 

Spicy forests, ever gray,

Shading from the burning ray

Hapless wretches sold to toil;

Or the ruthless native's way,

Bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil:

Woods that ever verdant wave,

I leave the tyrant and the slave;

Give me the groves that lofty brave

The storms by Castle Gordon.

 

Wildly here, without control,

Nature reigns and rules the whole;

In that sober pensive mood,

Dearest to the feeling soul,

She plants the forest, pours the flood:

Life's poor day I'll musing rave

And find at night a sheltering cave,

Where waters flow and wild woods wave,

By bonie Castle Gordon.

[Midnite-Energies 110563]

Ahhh a man in a kilt tipsy on scotch and singing poetry to makes the lasses swoon. In days of old this would have been normal evening fare and what great images it provides. Hope everyone celebrating the great Robbie will raise a toast for me!

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A bit more personal...

 

My Heart's In The Highlands - 1789

 

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,

The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;

Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,

The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

 

Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;

Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,

My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

 

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,

Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;

Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,

Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, &c.