Wild Rover Lads - by
Mickle we missed, be it confessed,
That brings auld age content;
Blaw the wind East, or blaw it West,
‘Twas there wi’ a sang we went.
adventure
11:00: Baldovan - by
Base Camp. Horizontal sleet. Two small boys
have raised the steel flag of the 20 terminus:
me and Ross Mudie are going up the Hilltown
for the first time ever on our own.
The stars are the map I unfurl - by
Da starns are da map I unrowl
Happiness - by
I’ve made my own Museum of / Happiness, which isn’t built of brick / or stone or wood…
Ho! for the blades of Harden - by
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
/ Ho! for the driven kye!
/ The broken gate and the lances’ hate
/ …
The Raiders - by
Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen
/ With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of…
I Opened A Book - by
I opened a book and in I strode
/ Now nobody can find me.
/ I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
/ My town…
John o’ Lorn - by
My plaid is on my shoulder and my boat is on the shore,
/ And it’s all bye…
Lady’s-Slipper Orchid - by
Though I know well enough
/ To hunt the Lady’s Slipper now
/ Is playing blindman’s-buff,
/ For it was June She put it on
/ And grey…
A Month on the Mile - by
On day 1, explore Edinburgh Castle sitting proud: / find the modest crown of a far from quiet country, /…
Recruiting - by
Take your risk of life and death
/ Underneath the open sky.
/ Live clean or go out quick –
/ Lads, you’re wanted. Come and…
from The Corsair - by
The power of Thought—the magic of the Mind! …