pete 2,499 Posted November 2, 2017 Share Posted November 2, 2017 Our Portuguese friends. I Know which one I would pull a few trickes to give a treat. 0 Quote Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gonzo79 15,039 Posted November 2, 2017 Share Posted November 2, 2017 Would it be Dalcio, pete? 0 Quote Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
pete 2,499 Posted November 2, 2017 Author Share Posted November 2, 2017 Would it be Dalcio, pete? Nah, too boney. 0 Quote Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
colinstein 294 Posted November 2, 2017 Share Posted November 2, 2017 (edited) here's a Halloween poem written by violet Jacobs who lost her son in WW1. it's sung by sheena wellington and Karine Polwort and takes in our remembrance of the fallen........https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FisdvJmgVNY Edited November 2, 2017 by colinstein 0 Quote Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonihuff 0 Posted November 9, 2017 Share Posted November 9, 2017 (edited) colin, this poem is really good. thanx for sharing Edited November 9, 2017 by tonihuff 0 Quote Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
pete 2,499 Posted November 9, 2017 Author Share Posted November 9, 2017 here's a Halloween poem written by violet Jacobs who lost her son in WW1. it's sung by sheena wellington and Karine Polwort and takes in our remembrance of the fallen........https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FisdvJmgVNY (Jim Reid / Violet Jacob) The tattie-liftin's nearly through, they're plooin' whaur the barley grew And efter dark roond ilka stack you'll see the horsemen stand and crack O Lachlan, but I mind on you I mind fu' aften we hae seen ten thoosand stars keek doon atween The naked branches, and below baith fairm and bothy hae their show A-low wi' lichts o' Hallowe'en There's bairns wi' guys that's at their tail cloorin' the doors wi' runts o' kail And fine you'll hear the screechs an' skirls o' lassies wi' their drucked carles Bobbin' for aipples i' the pail The bothy fire is loupin' heat, a new heid-horseman's kist is set Richt's o'er the lamp whaur by the blaze the auld yin stood that kept yer claes I cannae thole tae see it yet But gin the auld folks' tales are richt an' ghaists cam hame on Hallow'n nicht Oh freend, oh freends what would I gie tae feel yer axe yer hand tae me Atween the dark an' coral licht Awa' in France across the wave the wee lichts burn on ilka grave An' you an' me their lowes hae seen, ye'll maybe hae yer Hallowe'en Yont whaur you're lyin' way the lave There's drink an' daf (?) an' sang an' dance an' ploys an' kisses get their chance But Lachlan, man, the place I see is whaur the auld kist used tae be An' the lichts o' Hallowe'en in France 0 Quote Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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