Atop A Highland Hill

Atop A Highland Hill elegy

Atop a windswept highland hill above Locheil land
Clansmen gathered roun and shook the prince’s haun
They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse
Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse.

A,wa tae London toon wi hopes held dear in heart
O pitting Cherlie oan a throne whaur he richtly belonged
Dreams o highland jacobites tae rule oor blessed laun
An nation free aw europes stifling haun.

As so aften happens dreams die oan a wrang move
And at Derby juist nor o London toon
It wiz decided that we would go forrat nae mair
So wi turned an heided hame wi hairts ower sair.

Goerdie boy sent his airmie chasin us
A the wey back to scotias verdant green
Up an doon , doon an up aw ower the place
Till at Drummossie moor we met them face to face.

Oor clans were weary and tired oot
But charged intae them none the less
Their guns ripped through oor ranks ripping us to shreds
We scattered, whit was left, to oor wee bit hill an glen

Cumberland, the butcher boy chased us yince again
Tae oor ancestral hames reducing them to ash
Murdered those who fought and lost and innocents alike
Even the auld yins infirm an ill still biding in their beds.

The craws they feasted well oan highland blood an guts
Plaids an kilts an a, were hidden in the straw
Oor prince he hid awa n,er tae return tae us
But were er we be wi toast him wi oor cups.

Poet’s Note:
A poem about Bonnie Prince Cherlie coming ashore at Glenfinnan and raising his standard.This signaled the start of the jacobite uprising in 1745.

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Travelled this lifes journey for sixty-two years, been married for forty=one years. We produced two children , a daughter and a son.Our Daughter has four children and my son has one. i am a commited Celtophile and love Viking myth and life.
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J.rid
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Loved your poem muchly, as here in Geordie land we have the history of the Scots advancement.
There still doing it now by a different road though. (meant as a joke with the upcoming elections ha ha )

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