Mess Poetry

Discussion in 'Poetry Corner' started by Moon_Monkey_Spunk, Sep 3, 2006.

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  1. I'm currenlty making a programme and menu card for a up and coming Mess function, I need a decent poem to put on the back that depicts TA/Reservists or Scottish soldiers to add that finishing touch. Can anyone help?
     
  2. The Freedom Come-All-Ye

    Roch the wind in the clear day's dawin
    Blaws the cloods heelster-gowdie ow'r the bay,
    But there's mair nor a roch wind blawin
    Through the great glen o' the warld the day.
    It's a thocht that will gar oor rottans
    – A' they rogues that gang gallus, fresh and gay –
    Tak the road, and seek ither loanins
    For their ill ploys to sport and play.

    And nae mair will the bonnie callants
    Mairch tae war when oor braggarts crousely craw,
    Nor wee weans frae pit-heid and clachan
    Mourn the ships sailin' doon the Broomielaw.
    Broken faimlies in lands we've herriet,
    Will curse Scotland the Brave nae mair, nae mair;
    Black and white, ane til ither mairriet,
    Mak the vile barracks o' their maisters bare.

    So come all ye at hame wi' Freedom,
    Never heed whit the hoodies croak for doom.
    In your hoose a' the bairns o' Adam
    Can find breid, barley-bree and painted room.
    When MacLean meets wi's freens in Springburn
    A' the rose and geans will turn tae bloom,
    And a black boy frae yont Nyanga
    Dings the fell gallows o' the burghers doon.

    hamish henderson
     
  3. or
    CROWDIEKNOWE

    Oh to be at Crowdieknowe
    When the last trump blaws.
    An see the deid come lowpin owre
    The auld grey waas.

    Muckle men wi tousled beards
    I grat at as a bairn
    'll scramble frae the crrodit clay
    Wi feck o swearin.

    An glower at God an aa his gang
    0 angels i the lift
    -Thae trashy bleezin French-like folk
    Wha gar'd them shift.

    Fain the women folk'll seek
    To mak them haud their row
    -Fegs, God's no blate gin he stir up
    The men o Crowdieknowe !

    Hugh MacDiarmid,
     
  4. W'ere hast tha bin sin I saw thee?

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Ta-at

    W'ere hast tha bin sin I saw thee?

    W'ere hast tha bin sin I saw thee?

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    Tha'll go an get thi dearth o' cold

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Ta-at

    Tha'll go an get thi dearth o' cold

    Tha'll go an get thi dearth o' cold

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    Then we shall have to berry thee

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Ta-at

    Then we shall have to berry thee

    Then we shall have to berry thee

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    Then'(t) worms'll come an ate thee up

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Ta-at

    Then' worms'll come an ate thee up

    Then' worms'll come an ate thee up

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    Then' ducks'll come and ate up worms

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Ta-at

    Then' ducks'll come and ate up worms

    Then' ducks'll come and ate up worms

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    Then we'sh'(u)ll come an eat up ducks

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Ta-at

    Then we'sh'll come an eat up ducks

    Then we'sh'll come an eat up ducks

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    Then we'sh'll av all av eaten thee

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Ta-at

    Then we'sh'll av all av eaten thee

    Then we'sh'll av all av eaten thee

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat

    On Ilkley Moor Ba' Tat
     
  5. Forgive me if I err but is that not a yorkshire poem/song :roll: