I think of windows as I think of caves…
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer
As fast as Glasgow burned its theatres to the ground
/ it built them back again – we couldn’t do
/ without our…
Is and sin tangatar cruiti Cainbile o Es Ruaid dia n-airfidedh.
/ Indar leo-sam ba do taisceladh forra ó Ulltaib tangatar,…