Daith o Saint Andrew - by
The siller moonlicht straiks ower
/ this boorach o neds that jumped me,
/ hellbent oan ma daith. Ah feel the reek
/ o nicotine an…
saints
Columcille - by
Exile I am, for to the last, I carry in my
/ heart the oak groves of Derry with their
/ white angels…
St Ninian’s Isle - by
Hit hed ta be a saint at strayed dis far nort
/ at cared aboot da sowls o Pictish fisherfock.
/ Foo da bairns…
on the senses - by
little saints buried saints
/ finally kissed by the earth
/ lilies from your parched mouths
/ from your salt lips
/ rise white and…