A SCOTTISH POEM

[***Koala***]

McAllister Dances Before the King
Clansmen, the peats are burning bright,
Sit round them in a ring,
And I will tell of that great night
I danced before the king!
For as a dancer in my youth,
So great was my renown,
The king himself invited me,
To visit London town.

My brand new presentation kilt
And ornaments I wore;
And with my skein dhu,
I rapped upon the door.

Soon I heard a Lord or Duke
Come running down the stairs,
And to the keyhole put his mouth,
Demanding who was there!

"Open the door" I sternly cried,
"As quickly as you can.
Is this the way that you receive
A Scottish gentleman?"

The door was opened; word went round,
"McAllister is here."
And with the news, the palace rang
With one tremendous cheer.

The King was sitting on his throne,
But down the steps he came.
Immediately the waiting Lord,
Pronounced my magic name.

And all the ladies of the court
With pearls and jewels bedecked,
Did blush and tremble as I
Bowed to them with due respect.

Slowly at first with hands on hips,
I danced with ease and grace.
Then raised my hands above my head,
And swifter grew my pace.

At last no human eye could see
My step so light and quick.
And from the floor great clouds of dust
Came rising fast and thick.

The King was greatly moved,
And shook my hand in friendship true.
"Alas," he said, "Although a king,
I cannot dance like you."

And then the gracious queen herself
Came shyly o'er to me,
And pinned a medal on my breast,
For everyone to see.

Her whisper I shall n'er forget,
Nor how her eyes grew dim.
"Ach, where were you, McAllister,
The day I married him!"

AH WUNDUR IF HE WIZ A RELATION OH MINE....THE DANCER AH MEAN....LOL

[Heelandcoo]

lol..............nivur seen that yin afore

[Heelandcoo]

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie.

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour!
See approach proud Edward's power-
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's King and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Let him follow me!

By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die!

[***Koala***]

aye a ken that yin hen h ud tae say it when ah wiz at school

[Heelandcoo]

scots wae hae.......... dae ye mean?
Aye ah thocht we wid awe ken it.........lol

[Joanmac]

Here's one i found...........

Our Ain Wee Way

Some folk are unco proud an' stiff, an' dignified an" gran',
They look as if they thocht themsel's the cheeny o' the lan',
Puir folk, of course, are only delf, or pig, or common clay,
But we're maybe jist as happy in our ain wee way.
They may hae a' that wealth can gi'e, an' treasures rich an' rare, '
An' jist the very finest, aye, to eat an' drink an' wear ;
But though they get the cream o' life, while we get but the whey,
We're maybe jist as happy in our ain wee way.

To live within the castle wa's is nice enough, nae doubt,
But the strongest wa' that e'er was built 'll no keep sorrow out;
An' e'en the king himsel' may lack some joys that we have aye,
So we're maybe jist as happy in our ain wee way.

I daursay some that keep a coach, an' never walk a bit,
Are often jist as weary as them that gang on fit;
So though our burden's heavy, an' the path o' life is stey,
We're maybe jist as happy in our ain wee way.

[***Koala***]

aye that's a guid yin yin Joan ah huvnae heard it afore bit it's ah true we like tae dae hings in Oor Ain Wee Way