from Three Battles - by
In the cold of the morning, / In the burning of the day, / The thin lines stumbled forward, /…
battles
Hooge - by
The moon – frozen eye –
/ Stares down stupidly,
/ And the wind licks
/ A few bare sticks,
/ Once trees:
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/ And near the craters…
Clan Donald’s Call to Battle At Harlaw - by
after the Gaelic of Lachlann Mor MacMhuirich (fl. 1411)
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/ You Clann of Conn, remember this:
/ Strength from the eye of the storm.
/ Be…
The Flyting o’ Life and Daith - by
Quo life, the warld is mine.
/ The floo’ers and trees, they’re a’ my ain.
/ I am the day, and the sunshine
/ Quo life,…
from At Maldon - by
Waves beating up against cliffs.
/ Cliffs holding hard against waves.
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/ …
Here lies our land - by
Small folk playing our part.
/ ‘Come all ye’, the country says
/ You win me, who take me most to heart. …
Cruaidh? - by
Cuil-lodair, is Briseadh na h-Eaglaise,
/ is briseadh nan tacannan –
/ lamhachas-làidir dà thrian de ar comas;
/ ‘se seòltachd tha dhìth oirinn.
/ Nuair a…
The Burial-March of Dundee - by
an extract
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/ II
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/ On the heights of Killiecrankie
/ Yester-morn our army lay:
/ Slowly rose the mist in columns
/ …