Ever folly follows politics the proofs
a there tae see I look sadly a roon' the
deserted crofts In ma minds eye a see
smiling folk and hear gentle laughter
vanished on the sands o time fertile
lands now gone tae rack and ruin noo
the forests have all gone tae mak way
for the belted gentry an their sheep
what sense is this as misery follows
nonsense oor family soon tae find as
the tacksman cometh with his motley
crew for its evicted we will be
fir some time noo we hae lived in
desperate straits barely surviving
but through the grace o God
oor legal richts an way o life have
been stripped frae us oor hames are
to be raised tae the grun sae rich
fowk can hunt oor land fer deer
its fer the new world we will mak
ma pa and us bairns oor close knit
sense ofamily will aid us in our
journey wi a shake of dis belief
we are thrown frae oor hame
oors passed doon fae generations
aw oor hard work and careful husbandry
all for nought and the whim o political
masters sae fir each ous its shanks
pony doon tae the ship wi each our
thochts to carry on oor wi
oh dear the ship had an air obenign
neglect creakin and infirm o purpose
to me eye we are bundled on board and
placed in cramped quarters in the damp
dark hold nae comfort fae the likes ous
a common bed we will hae tae find for
warmth we needs must huddle taegether
and pray to god for the safe passage of
body and souls
by Alasdair Urquhart
awesome! peace2u! eric
no2hate 2 years ago