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I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Inverquharity
 

    ASIDE the Quharity burn
        I ken na what I'm seein'
        Wi' the licht near deein'
    An' the lang year at the turn;
        But the dog that gangs wi' me
        Creeps whingein' at my knee,
    And we baith haud thegither
    Like a lad an' his brither
        At the water o' Quharity.

    Alang the Quharity glen
        I mind on warlock's faces,
        I' the still, dark places
    Whaur the trees hae airms like men;
        And I ken the beast can see
        Yon een that's watchin' me,
    Whaur the arn-boughs darken
    An' I'm owre fear'd to harken
        I' the glen o' Quharity.

    By Quharity Castle wa's
        The toor is like a prison,
        Or a deid man risen
    Amang the birken shaws ;
        And the sweit upon my bree
        Is drappin' cauld frae me
    Till the ill spell's broken
    By the Haly Word spoken
        At the wa's o' Quharity.

    Alang the Valley o' Deith
        There'll be mony a warlock wait'n
        Wi' the thrangin' hosts o' Sat'n
    Till I tak' my hin'maist breith;
        An' I'm fear'd there winna be
        The dog to gang wi' me
    An' I doot the way is wearier
    An' the movin' shadows eerier
        Than the jaws o' Quharity.

    But I'll whisper the Haly Name
        For thae list'nin' lugs to hear me,
        An' the herds o' Hell'll fear me
    An' tak' the road they came;
        For the wild dark wings'11 flee
        Frae their bield in branch an' tree--
    Nae mair the black airms thrawin'!
    Nae mair the ill sough blawin'!
    For my day o' days is dawin'
        Owre the Castle o' Quharity !

        Violet Jacob

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