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Sep 2020
Mally blew his bagpipes like he had never done before as ‘Over the hills and far away’ could be heard from miles away and more..betwixt this Bordering hometown  that this Scotsman did adore..he belted out with such a beauty that canny Celtic roar..

Well people came from miles around  to witness his perfection as a colossal crowd gathered all around to have a closer inspection.. and some foot-tapped and sang along joining in with interjection..and each and everyone of them felt that interconnection

‘Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing’ was the next Scottish ballad that Mally played.. and as he marched along amidst his medley his McEwan kilt swayed..with the blue, green, red and black plaid fabric arrayed..he was from the King’s own Scottish borderer’s brigade...
Written by
Jill Tait
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     Khoisan
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