SCOTTISH HISTORY LESSONS

 

 

 

SCOTTISH HISTORY LESSONS
The Romans came
And Brittania stretched
As far as the Antonine Wall
But the Picti in Caledonia
With their faces and bodies painted
Forced them back to Hadrian’s Wall.
Then the Gaelic Kingdom of Dal Riata
Welcomed Columba to Iona,
Who turned the pagan Scotti Christian.
Soon the Anglo Saxons of Bernecia
Came calling
And the Viking hordes came too
And so the first Kingdom of Scotland was born.
Down the years it was
House of Alpin
House of Dunkeld
House of Baliol
And House of Stuart
In a rule of three uncontested centuries.
James V1 also inherited the Throne of England
And Stuart Kings and Queens
Ruled both independent Kingdoms
Until that fateful Act of Union in 1707
Finished Scotland as a country
In its own right.

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Bonnie Prince Charlie tried and failed
At Culloden his protest stalled
And Cumberland his forces mauled
For him there was no other chance
He ran the gantlet back to France.
Now Scotland has its chance again
You had it once, a nation then.
Independent, free, no tyrant’s yoke
For Scotland freedom’s not a joke
Fight like a fishfag, Union be damned!
Your hills, your lochs, your lives…                                                                                                   Your land.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘I HAVE NO ENEMIES, BUT MY FRIENDS DON’T LIKE ME’ Philip Larkin

“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.                                                                                                  They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.”
Philip Larkin

“Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off.”
Philip Larkin

 

THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW

 

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THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW

 Old women with polished perms on fat heads

Men tinkering with diseased cars

Dogs taking their owners to the park –

Where they converse with their friends

And crap indiscriminately.

The Postman, the Milkman and the Gasman,

Two door-to-door leaflet saleswomen

And a posse of Jehovah’s.

A stray cat or two

And twenty five chimney-stack pigeons.

Then there are all those aerials-

Like one-legged storks-

Looking down on the patched-up pavements.

Where have all the front gates

Absconded to, I wonder?

Frightened away perhaps by all the leering

FOR SALE signs

Constantly peering over their shoulders?

I guess that must be it.

HI HO SILVER LINING

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HI HO SILVER LINING

Hi ho silver lining

The timbre in your voice is already declining

The light in your eyes is no longer shining

The fire in your belly

Has already turned to jelly

But the love in your heart

Won’t let us drift apart

We are younger nor anyone

And livelier nor everyone

And we plan to be around till the party is done.

MY LITTLE CHICKADEES

MY LITTLE CHICKADEES

It’s that time again

When the school holidays come round

And all sane adults go to ground

To avoid the pavement madness

Of the two-wheeled angry hordes

Swarming like demented wasps

Buzzing in and out, turn about

Up and down, round and round

The world flapping in their wake

All seeking somewhere to have their cake.

Perhaps W C Fields was right;

When asked his views on kids he cried

It all depends on whether they are boiled or fried.