Re: Scots Corner

[clansman]

[clansman]

[Janni]

For you Clans

[clansman]

thank you Janni










This monument and a similar one in Canada...were erected in 2007 along wi' an apology fae the Scottish Parliament tae the Highland folk...i await the one fae Westminster still...Almost 200 years of forced eviction ....murder....an oppression of my folk...

My blessings wi' the foxes dwell
For that they hunt the sheep so well
Ill fa' the sheep,a grey faced nation
That swept oor hills wi' desolation...

Duncan Ban MacIntyre Fair Duncan


My people have been set wandering" said the bard Callum Campbell MacPhial, "many are the places to which they have been scattered..."

"When the strife begins
the poor man will be needed
the gentry will be calling for him
over the face of the hills.
Echo will answer
'Do not be afraid in this day of stress,
when you have an abundance of hornless sheep.' "


"In Sutherland not one soldier can be raised. Captain Craigie, R.N., the Duke's factor, a Free Church minister and a moderate minister, have been piping the days for volunteers and recruits; and yet, after many threats on the part of the factor, and sweet music on the part of the parsons, the military spirit of the poor Sutherland serfs could not be raised to fighting power. The men told the parsons

"We have no country to fight for! You robbed us of our country and gave it to the sheep.

Therefore, since you have preferred sheep to men, let sheep defend you!"


Reasonable estimates suggest that during the first stages of the Highland Clearances, from 1760 to 1800, over 70,000 Highlanders and Islanders emigrated, with perhaps a similar number following in the years from 1800 to 1860. Meanwhile, during the entire period of the Clearances, some 150,000 Highlanders and Islanders were cleared from their ancestral lands.

[dolly]

I had this tin at Christmas...was lovely. Loooove Scottish shortbread mmmm

[clansman]

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,

In you let the minions of luxury rove,

Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,

Though still they are sacred to freedom and love.

Yet Caledonia, belov'd are thy mountains,

Round their white summits the elements war

Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,

I sigh for the valley of dark Lochnagar.



Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd,

My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was my plaid.

On chieftains long departed my memory lingered

As daily I strode thro' the pine cover'd glade.

I sought not my home till the day's dying glory

Gave place to the rays of the bright Polar star.

For fancy was cheer'd by bold martial stories,

Disclos'd by the natives of dark Lochnagar!



Years have roll'd on, Lochnagar, since I left you!

Years must elapse ere I tread you again.

Though nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you,

Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.

England, thy beauties are tame and domestic

To one who has roamed over mountains afar

O! for the crags that are wild and majestic,

The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar.