Scotland Poem For

[frank-123]

We've won many great battles in history,

Most wondrous at a place called Wembley,

Where the then world champs were cut to pieces,

By big Jim Baxter and three of his nieces.

 

We use words like dod, ken and wee,

no bad is the ultimate thing to be,

A spider's a beastie, a child's a bairn

Och, it's an easy language to learn

 

Our great socialists like Tommy Sheridan

Work very hard to make us care again

But like the rest of the proletariat

I would ask Tommy, where's the party at?

 

We Scots invented the modern age

TV, Telephone and the Pantomime stage

Then there's John Knox, the great Presbyterian,

Who preached Hell's fire, for those who didn't believe in him.

 

The breadth of our culture is simply outstandin',

From Sir Walter Scott to today's Ian Rankin

There's Rabbie Burns', "A man's a man for a that."

Coming a very close second to "Chewin the fat."

 

 

[sammy]

well done frank lad :emoticon-0140-rofl:

[Walter swanston]

The rose of all the world is not for me

I wamt for my part only the little white rose of Scotland

That smells sharp and sweet and beaks the heart

 

Hugh MacDiarmid

[nogin]

WE WANT MORE :scotland:

[Walter swanston]

You want more, I`ll give you more let us all hope that in 2011 we can stop being feart and become a nation again

[frank-123]

Michty me Hogmanay is jist aroon the corner,

An' 'abody is gan aboot wae a grin as lang as the Dee,

Nae winter cal' ner heapit sna' 'ill keep the revellers hame,

Ther'll be chappin on yer door the-nicht jist you wait an' see.

 

C'mon ye doric warblers,

Lets hear yer New Years droll,

Strut oot an' dae yer first fittin',

An' dinna ferget yer lump o' coal

 

C'mon ye cliver Lads and Lassies,

Get yer pencils oot,

An' tell the poets a' o'er the warld,

Fit Aiberdeens aboot!

 

Lets' a' hae a special Guid New Year,

The Best een we've iver hid,

Did I hear somebody say, "A Million quid?"

C'mon then...gae us anither bid

 

 

well done frank lad :emoticon-0140-rofl:

 

it's easy copy and paste

[sammy]

Michty me Hogmanay is jist aroon the corner,

An' 'abody is gan aboot wae a grin as lang as the Dee,

Nae winter cal' ner heapit sna' 'ill keep the revellers hame,

Ther'll be chappin on yer door the-nicht jist you wait an' see.

 

C'mon ye doric warblers,

Lets hear yer New Years droll,

Strut oot an' dae yer first fittin',

An' dinna ferget yer lump o' coal

 

C'mon ye cliver Lads and Lassies,

Get yer pencils oot,

An' tell the poets a' o'er the warld,

Fit Aiberdeens aboot!

 

Lets' a' hae a special Guid New Year,

The Best een we've iver hid,

Did I hear somebody say, "A Million quid?"

C'mon then...gae us anither bid

 

 

 

 

it's easy copy and paste

a way man thats cheatin and here wis me thinking yi were gonna be the lanarkshire BARD :001: :egyptian:

[Guest vander mungo]

Michty me Hogmanay is jist aroon the corner,

An' 'abody is gan aboot wae a grin as lang as the Dee,

Nae winter cal' ner heapit sna' 'ill keep the revellers hame,

Ther'll be chappin on yer door the-nicht jist you wait an' see.

 

C'mon ye doric warblers,

Lets hear yer New Years droll,

Strut oot an' dae yer first fittin',

An' dinna ferget yer lump o' coal

 

C'mon ye cliver Lads and Lassies,

Get yer pencils oot,

An' tell the poets a' o'er the warld,

Fit Aiberdeens aboot!

 

Lets' a' hae a special Guid New Year,

The Best een we've iver hid,

Did I hear somebody say, "A Million quid?"

C'mon then...gae us anither bid

 

bubble busters

 

 

 

it's easy copy and paste

[frank-123]

A Glaswegian Looks at a Pigeon © frank welsh

See me? See yon pigeon? Ah hate they things.

Actin' like they own George Square.

Wi' a cauld, cruel glitter in their eye,

Hey Jimmy, look at me, they go.

Puffin' their chist oot and scrabblin' aroon'

In whit folk like me leave behind.

A lager tin, an auld fish supper, a pile of boak.

Yon pigeon's sneerin',

Youse can keep yir Merchant City, yir Capital of Culture,

Youse're still a bunch of keelies, he says.

Wi' a half-forgotten chib in the jaicket pocket,

Of yir Princes Square designer gear.

Pure dead gallus, yon pigeon,

Jist like me.

 

[yeboah]

True Story

Rabbie Burns ,while sitting having a pint in the black bull in moffat with his cronies and looking out the window which faced the road noticed a rather portly lady on a horse being led by a rather petite looking lass who would have been employed by her ,on seeing this he etched on a window pane

Ask why god made the gem so small

In contrast to the granite

Because god meant mankind should set the greater value on it .

 

A Replica pane can still be viewed to this day

I believe the original is in Russia.

[leslie24williams49]

The rose of all the world is not for me

I wamt for my part only the little white rose of Scotland

That smells sharp and sweet and beaks the heart

 

Hugh MacDiarmid

how are you scots lads on your sea shanties... i saw a show on telly earlier in the week visiting aberdeen,,whitby,,robinhoods bay,,,it was fabulous programme,some good stuff from scotland..