Na Mairbh san Raoin - by
Bu shunntach iad a’ dol thar raoin na strì
Tha ’n sin ’nan laighe sìnt’ an sàmhchair bhuain
death in battle
Jock, to the First Army - by
O Rab an’ Dave an’ rantin’ Jim,
The geans were turnin’ reid
When Scotland saw yer line grow dim,
Wi’ the pipers at its heid…
Ar Tìr ’s Ar Gaisgich A Thuit sna Blàir - by
(ii) ’S iomadh fear àlinn, òg, sgairteil, deas-làmhach, Ait-fhaoilt air chinn a bhlàth-chridh’, Tric le ceum daigheann, làidir, ceum aotrum, glan, sàil-ghlan Dhìrich bràigh nam beann mòra, Chaidh a choinneimh a’ bhàis – Tric ga fhaireach’ roimh-làimh – Chaidh suas chum a’ bhlàir ’S tha feur glas an-diugh ’fàs Air na dh’fhàg innleachdan nàmh, Innleachdan […]
Any Private to Any Private - by
Ay, gie’s ma rum. I’m needin’t sair, by God!
/ We’ve juist been bringin’ Wullie doun the line –…
The Green Grass - by
The dead spake together last night,
/ And one to the other said:
/ …
In Flanders Fields - by
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
/ Between the crosses, row on row,
/ That mark our place; and…
In Memoriam - by
Private D. Sutherland
/ killed in action in the German trench, May 16, 1916,
/ and the others who died
/
/ So you were David’s…
from At Maldon - by
Waves beating up against cliffs.
/ Cliffs holding hard against waves.
/
/ …
Latha Foghair - by
’S mi air an t-slios ud
/ latha foghair,
/ na sligean a’ sianail mum chluasan
/ agus sianar marbh ri mo ghualainn,
/ rag-mharbh – is reòthta…
Epitaph - by
For 2nd Officer James S. Montgomerie of the S.S. Carsbreck,
/ torpedoed off Gibraltar, 24th October 1941
/
/ My brother is skull and…
London Scottish - by
April, the last full fixture of the spring:
/ ‘Feet, Scottish, feet!’ – they rucked the fear of God
/ Into Blackheath. Their club…
‘When you see millions of the mouthless dead’ - by
When you see millions of the mouthless dead
/ Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
/ Say not soft things as…