'O gin my love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa'
And I myself that drap o' dew
Into her bonie breast to fa' '
 
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Robert Burns' cottage in Alloway, Ayrshire
                        
I've often dreamed of being famous, but then, I'll always be a dreamer

Mister Nobody

Oh! That I was widely known
Like Tom or Dick or Harry
A pedestal place all my own
Proud chieftain of Glengarry
A King of place, a Duke of grace
I'd rather sink or swim
Than suffer this ignoble phrase
'Who's he? Oh! You mean him.'

A highwayman, a buccaneer
Soldier of fortune in the foreign legion
Brave D'artagnan, musketeer
Famous swordsman of the Gallic region
Robert the Bruce, his flag I'd raise
On Stirling's battlefield so grim
Than suffer this ignoble phrase
'Who's he? Oh! You mean him.'

Toulouse Lautrec, while the Red Mill twirls
Squinting up the skirts of the cancan girls
With palette in hand I'm capturing the scene
A kaleidoscope of colour on a canvas screen
Supping absinthe, spinning in a daze
Rather see life through eyes so dim
Than suffer this ignoble phrase
'Who's he? Oh! You mean him.'

Robert Burns, my life's ambition
Trudging a furrow behind a sturdy grey
Sowing seeds, awaiting their fruition
Having his way with the lassies in the hay
Better Rabbie and all his wicked ways
With Annie Laurie's frame so trim
Than suffer this ignoble phrase
'Who's he? Oh! You mean him.'

At last! At last! I've laid my claim
To fortune, everlasting fame
Dick Turpin and his steed Black Bess
Have got me in a pickle mess
At least! At least! My journey's over
A suit of arrows is my cover
Now my new found name is free
'Who's he? Oh! You mean, No.5533.'
 
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Ben Nevis
 
 The Looking Glass

 

‘Twas dark that cold October night reflection lit by candlelight

Shiv’ring in silken underwear hoping true love would soon appear

A ripe red apple on the plate a sacrificial lamb to fate

Mirror mirror on the wall make him handsome fair and tall

 

Consume the fruit the spell had said before retiring to your bed

While gazing deeply in the glass be aware of another, lass

The one with whom you hope to wed will soon appear above your head

Mirror mirror on the wall make him handsome fair and tall

 

Finish the task the spell went on hurry hurry before the dawn

One more bite without fearing an apparition is appearing

Her fortune now becoming true almighty puff the flame she blew

Mirror mirror on the wall make him handsome fair and tall

 

Warm beneath the satin covers lie the looking glass’ lovers

Tenderly her prince embracing hearts afire pulses racing

Overcome with sheer delight conceived that cold October night

Mirror mirror on the wall make him handsome fair and tall

 
 

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Goats Fell, Arran

 

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Easdale



The Schoolmaister

 

“A good education craves a sound foundation”

Harken tae yer maister bonnie lassies

For if ye dinnae heed him thorough

Then ye’ll feenish like yer mither

Wi’ a ladle in the jeelly works steerrin’ the sticky molasses

 

“A sound foundation craves a solid rock”

Harken tae yer maister a’ ye laddies

For if ye dinnae heed his blether

Then ye’ll feenish like yer faither

Doon the pit shovelin’ coal wi’ a’ the ither daddies

 

“A healthy code of morals is your solid rock”

Harken tae yer maister harken well

For if ye dinnae pay heed tae his warnin’

Ye’ll waken up deid in the mornin’

Wi’ the Devil ringin’ the school bell doon in Hell

 

 

 

       
 
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