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The rain is softly fallen
Upon my knees' bare
My Kilt is gently swaying
In the Highland morning Air









 





 
 

 
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
The Ghost of Culloden
I turn and face my Highland Clan And give a stirring call Though young we stand, man to man Divided we must fall
 

The rain is softly fallen
Upon my knees' bare
My Kilt is gently swaying
In the Highland morning Air

Across the Moor I see them stand
Row on row on row
I see them with Claymore in hand
In the back I see the Bow

I turn and face my Highland Clan
And give a stirring call
Though young we stand, man to man
Divided we must fall

And so the battle did begin
Upon Culloden field
We marched towards that awful din
With Axe, Sword and Shield

So now I fight a bitter road
Wherein no good I see
Wearily I lift this load
This sword once raised in glee

I smote my enemy 'cross the head
And watched him fall across a stone
There he lay not yet dead
Upon that bloody throne

I spoke to him no pious prayer
No grieving tear I shed
For better I to be the slayer
Than to be the one who's dead

Such path's of peril my kin have trod
In fields of mist they lay
Some have quickly gone to God
While some the Devils way

We lost the final Battle there
Our Highland life shall be no more
I salute you all my brothers dear
My beloved Mac-An-T-Soir

Farewell to friends, goodbye to foe's
Adieu to smile or frown
My battle near it's final close
And dark is drifting down

I shall not meet you old in Heaven
Nor amongst the young in Hell
Goodbye to you my ancient brethren
In my heart you'll always dwell
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The Unknown Stranger
by mystyx on Jul 19, 2004 (bookmark) (print) (next)
Author's Last Login: 8 hours ago
In Category: Personal. 13 total.

They called him a hero
But I guess I'll never know
Who he was that saved them
In the driving blinding snow

He knocked upon a strangers door
In hopes they would respond
For three little boys
Had fallen through the pond


They did not heed the warning signs
This shortcut they did take
Across the not yet frozen pond
When soon the ice did break

No one knows what happened next
But like some answered prayer
A stranger appeared upon the shore
Alone and solitaire

Had he not ran to get some help
And I think you all agree
Instead of one child dieing
Surely there'd be three

The rescue team tried there best
To save these little boys out in the ice
And tears streamed down there frozen cheeks
As they tried in vain to reach them twice

Each time they tried they would sink
Into the freezing water
Until one of them had a plan
They could possibly use a ladder

Half an hour had passed by now
The boys chances getting slim
One had slipped beneath the ice
And the others were growing dim

One by one they disappeared
Under that icey grave
The rescuers could not control their tears
No longer were they brave

With every effort they did try
All were left in vain
A tragedy was sure to be
Until that stranger came

He layed flat upon the frozen ice
And slowely inched his way
Towards the dark hole in the pond
Where once the children lay

How he done it no one knows
maybe he was an angel in disguise
For like some strange phenomena
He made it to their cries

Through the icey hole he went
And minutes later, up he came
With two little frozen boys
Clinging to his hulking frame

Then down he went one more time
To save the last one there
And what seem like an eternity
We all said a litle prayer

Then up he came white and cold
the little boy lifeless in his trembling grip
placed him upon the ice
T'ill he himself under the ice did slip

The boys were taking to safety
Were one did not survive
The parents of the two
glad that theirs were alive

They searched the icey pond for months
In hopes to find the saviour man
yet no body was ever found
Not even his cloths of black and tan

No one had ever seen this man
In their town before
And where he came from no one knows
And why he knocked upon that door

Yet all were thankful for his kindness
And a prayer for the one who drowned
They never did know who he was
But knew why he came to town
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The Stranger
by mystyx on Jul 19, 2004 (Contest-Poem) (bookmark) (print) (next)
Author's Last Login: 8 hours ago
In Category: Personal. 21 total.

This was an entry for the contest
Urban Legends [Contest] by leannewales
Posted on Jul 12, 2004. Categories: Other.
450 points. Ending on Jul 30, 2004 (Closed)
Welcome,
I'm a great fan of Urban Legends,
(next in contest)

They called him a hero
But I guess I'll never know
Who he was that saved them
In the driving blinding snow

He knocked upon a strangers door
In hopes they would respond
For three little boys
Had fallen through the pond


They did not heed the warning signs
This shortcut they did take
Across the not yet frozen pond
When soon the ice did break

No one knows what happened next
But like some answered prayer
A stranger appeared upon the shore
Alone and solitaire

Had he not ran to get some help
And I think you all agree
Instead of one child dieing
Surely there'd be three

The rescue team tried there best
To save these little boys out in the ice
And tears streamed down there frozen cheeks
As they tried in vain to reach them twice

Each time they tried they would sink
Into the freezing water
Until one of them had a plan
They could possibly use a ladder

Half an hour had passed by now
The boys chances getting slim
One had slipped beneath the ice
And the others were growing dim

One by one they disappeared
Under that icey grave
The rescuers could not control their tears
No longer were they brave

With every effort they did try
All were left in vain
A tragedy was sure to be
Until that stranger came

He layed flat upon the frozen ice
And slowely inched his way
Towards the dark hole in the pond
Where once the children lay

How he done it no one knows
maybe he was an angel in disguise
For like some strange phenomena
He made it to their cries

Through the icey hole he went
And minutes later, up he came
With two little frozen boys
Clinging to his hulking frame

Then down he went one more time
To save the last one there
And what seem like an eternity
We all said a litle prayer

Then up he came white and cold
the little boy lifeless in his trembling grip
placed him upon the ice
T'ill he himself under the ice did slip

The boys were taking to safety
Were one did not survive
The parents of the two
glad that theirs were alive

They searched the icey pond for months
In hopes to find the saviour man
yet no body was ever found
Not even his cloths of black and tan

No one had ever seen this man
In their town before
And where he came from no one knows
And why he knocked upon that door

Yet all were thankful for his kindness
And a prayer for the one who drowned
They never did know who he was
But knew why he came to town

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Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,

Scots wham Bruce ha' 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 pow'r
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!
 
 
 
 
 
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