The Wall O' Hadrian
by Robert Harrison
Friday, March 23, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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The pipes o'hell did sound the knell for Bonny Prince Charley.
Advance ye men of every Scottish Clan,
Raise high your shields and to a man
We’ll ner’e retreat till battle is won,
Though many will die ahe father and son.
Blow ye pipers blow the wail o’ hell,
Let yon sound fill both vale and dell.
Let yon green fields soak up the red blood,
Where cattle and sheep and homes once stood
Fell their ranks with clamour and dirk,
Let the English taste yon Scotland’s dirt.
And er'e yon night is ner’e sa near,
The day will be Scotland’s hay ner’e fear.
Set ya tartans swayin’ to the lament o’ the pipes,
Angles this day will nay set foot on the heights
O’ Hart Fell or Loweth Hill, for the day will be ours,
Ahe victory will be the Scott’s afore the sun lowers.
Bonny Charley will be crowned our rightful king,
Then all o’ Scotland will rejoice; ahe and will sing.
Ner’e again will the English set yon foreign feet,
This side o’ Hadrian’s Wall where the lowlands meet.
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|I could hear the pipes.
Excellent rendition. Reminds me of some of the poetry my dad used to recite about Scotland.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent write...well done!!
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
"The Wall O' Hadrian" ~ a flash back on the tracks of history; a poetic accomplished task to strike memories of the HIHGLANDS.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU