Christie Grahame – Page 4 – The Orkney News

Poetry Corner: Scotland Forever: Christie Grahame

For this timewise by far the worst/ As, sellin what wis held in trust,/ The votes were bocht an Peers imbursed/ Wi English gowd;

Mair troubles spring,/For James the Sixth wis noo the First/ An England’s King.

Gin but a hunner Scots remain,/ Usurpers we shall ay disdain

For Wallace, michty man o steel,/ Gerred castles faw an toonships reel/ When, in the nicht, he’d silent steal/ An danger daur,

No for the first time nor the last/ Withoot the people bein asked,/ Wis Scotia rendered tae the blast/ That Fates betide,

Scoored deep wi ice an vi’lent storm/In Strath an Glen,/They bred sweet quines o gracious form/An warlike men.

Thus Man, fresh risen frae the mud,/Wis cursed an stained wi Abel’s bluid

But Man, an Ape withoot a tail,/Imprisoned in his earthly jail/Withoot a freend tae share his bail/Could no survive,

“For Taj Mahals of love have shown /Such love is never dead.”

“When she shouts intae ye’r ear
That ye’r grandchildren are here
Ye’re already nearly deefen’t wi their screams”