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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.

Friday, 7 June 2013

Old Scotia.

I 've loved thee, old Scotia, and love thee I will,
   Till the heart that now beats in my bosom is still.
My forefathers loved thee, for often they drew
   Their dirks in defence of thy banners of blue;
Though murky thy glens, where the wolf prowl'd of yore,
   And craggy thy mountains, where cataracts roar,
The race of old Albyn, when danger was nigh,
   For thee stood resolved still to conquer or die.

I love yet to roam where the beacon-light rose,
   Where echoed thy slogan, or gather'd thy foes,
Whilst forth rush'd thy heroic sons to the fight,
   Opposing the stranger who came in his might.
I love through thy time-fretted castles to stray,
   The mould'ring halls of thy chiefs to survey;
To grope through the keep, and the turret explore,
   Where waved the blue flag when the battle was o'er.

I love yet to roam o'er each field of thy fame,
   Where valour has gain'd thee a glorious name;
I love where the cairn or the cromlach is made,
   To ponder, for low there the mighty are laid.
Were these fall'n heroes to rise from their graves,
   They might deem us dastards, they might deem us slaves;
But let a foe face thee, raise fire on each hill,
   Thy sons, my dear Scotia, will fight for thee still! 


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