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Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, On blythe Yule Night when we were fu’, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Maggie coost her head fu’ high, Looked asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o’t. Duncan fleeched, and Duncan prayed; Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig; Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Duncan sighed baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer’t and blin’, Spak o’ lowpin ower a linn; Ha, ha, the wooing o’t. Time and Chance are but a tide, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Slighted love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie dee? She may *** to -France for me! Ha, ha, the wooing o’t. How it comes let Doctors tell, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Meg grew sick as he grew hale, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Something in her ***** wrings, For relief a sigh she brings; And O her een, they spak sic things! Ha, ha, the wooing o’t. Duncan was a lad o’ grace, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Maggie’s was a piteous case, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Duncan could na be her death, Swelling Pity smoored his Wrath; Now they’re crouse and canty baith, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
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Duncan Gray
Hwenne, och! slawlie IT, an’ unco Licht! Afoyr th' wounded frae Lyife Ghaist-Ancestors, At Calanais Stane Sirkill Auld, an’ Verra IT, Micht! Wae th' Lost ay! o'er Deep Tyme Unforgivin’, Hidden Bleezan ay, Sacrificial Rite at Myrk Nicht! Th' Stowed Oot Moon Conquerin’ rayses IT, tae mee! Amydde Thae Verra Bluish, cannae nowe ye a' see? Cauld Cluds ay flashin', an' Verra Thay A' Hye! Ainlie, ainlie Raw Rid Bridie sloch Ah! NVNC RVBRA CLARO FVLMINE REFVLGENS LVNA QVIA REDACTA EST AD FVLGOREM RES RVBRA TOTALITER INTRA SACRVM CIRCVLVS VICTRIX MIHI VBI REX INVICTVS AC MAXIME VLTOR OVERMAN RVBRO LAPIDI CVM MAGNO NECNON PHANTASMATE ALTA HIC FLAMMA POTENTER ADVENIT RVBRA.
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Feb 11, 2022
Feb 11, 2022 at 5:11 AM UTC
Wlf
A Lone Walker nowe Ah! Intae Theis Murky Naycht ‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’, Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’, Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr, Unfathomable, Unearthly, Verra Guid Fyre wearin’, Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine Awa, awa, IT owre spilled! Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’, An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr, Near-hand ay flashin’, Rumblin’, guid tremblin’, Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’, An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo! O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid! Great Rowth ragin’! Human nae, nae IT laanger! Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror, Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger! Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och! Stylle haiwin', An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued, Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest! Athwart ma Solitarye Gait Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’, An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT! O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah! Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT! Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’, An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht, Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah! Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre Thro’ nae croud strollin’, Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun! Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine! Thus Thwndir-Taukin’: NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
Lone Walker
A Lone Walker nowe Ah! Intae Theis Murky Naycht ‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’, Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’, Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr, Unfathomable, Unearthly, Verra Guid Fyre wearin’, Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine Awa, awa, IT owre spilled! Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’, An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr, Near-hand ay flashin’, Rumblin’, guid tremblin’, Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’, An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo! O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid! Great Rowth ragin’! Human nae, nae IT laanger! Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror, Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger! Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och! Stylle haiwin', An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued, Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest! Athwart ma Solitarye Gait Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’, An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT! O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah! Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT! Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’, An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht, Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah! Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre Thro’ nae croud strollin’, Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun! Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine! Thus Thwndir-Taukin’: NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.
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Och! Airn an' Thwndir! An' Urquhart's Wae Verra Hel! Great Warlike Glamis' Firey, An' Hwmyd Loch Doon's Orrah! Downe! Downe! tae thad howch owre miserable! Ye a' swithe hame, hame! wae ma Airn *** An' weile 'yont yondir Suthron! Waefu', waefu' heyre Ah! War-Ironclad heyne Ȝell, Wae burr-thistle’s Gowlin’ Storne Micht! Frae ma verra, verra! Ah ageyne! Tae the Cauld Enraged Wynde Unco! intae Æternall Battle Scorchin' Towardis Moorlan Chain Mail-Bosom o' mine! O'er an' o'er IT! increasingly thro' Force returnin', Wae ma verra Blacklyn Tartan o' War heyne, An' Silvery Brooch, wi'in yondir Lone Sceadewe! Unco! wae the Rubye Stane deep-shimmerin' Naixt tae Carham's Gory Landis, an' the Targe-Hell, Thro’ nowe Tune Martial, stick-an-stowe Ȝell! Airn-Curse Core-Firey, Hye-Flamin' IT! Heyne unco rychte Airn-Moorlan o'er ye a'! Ah, bye nowe the FEUDAL OWAR-MANN! 'Yont thad Auld Whunstane Tower-Shrine Togider wae Lang Titanium-Claymore, Airn-Dazzlin' An' ne'er, ne'er, IT! stick-an-stowe tae wane! Wi'in theis Bluish Fyre syne! Verra War-Swaird Rairan IT, Intae Thae Hringiren Æternall, Thwndir-Devastatin' o' mine! QVOAD FEODALE MEA CVM RVBRA SPATHA ET RELVCENTE HOC SCVTO AC FVLMINE NIVEO SCOTORVM INTRA HANC TEMPESTATEM MAGNAM QVÆ FLOS IGNEVS EST TONITRVO NOMINE ALTO NEMO GELIDO HOC LOCO IMPVNE ME LACESSIT.
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Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
Gowlin’ Storne
Aye think o this When winter breezes blaws aroun' whare silent thochts are filled wae gloom and drifting words,they echo past frae fearful man an fearful lass In haunted hooses and misty lans whare Ghosties an gobblins an unco bans Pass atween this an theirs, that form amidst tha thunders crashing storm. Aye tucked up aroun yeer mithers apron wae teeth a nashing an voices wailing Fine ye ken this unhaly nicht tis filled wae all unGodly licht Craw tha Banshee frae tha Ben like howlet song throughoot tha Glen. Satan, Auld horney casts his lots for innocent bairnies fresh frae their cots An' ancient stories there arise an fly Like shooting stars that fill tha sky for here in tales tha croonies dae rattle in haunting airs and fiendish battle leagons arise tae tha masters calling This nicht hell awakens, aahhh tha heevens are falling. Here in blackened darkened skies whare lichtning flashes weaves an cries An mortal man fears fa his soul against that heelish burning coal Ministers intae their beds are fleeing wae ranting verses fa all their Dealing. Whare auld worn hags an witches cast upon tha waters that blaw an blast drooning mony tha ship an sailor all fa tha glory O their Demonic tailor when cauldrens stir in bubbling brews An damnation demands its richtful dues tha lan' it heaves and haws devouring all within its jaws A Blood red Moon casts her lot whare evil men have Died an fought tha Earth auld an worn frae tribulation demands the blood of every nation. Here within the fields o life brither against brither in war an strife hae released all this fiendish nightmare fa all their guilt,fa all they share Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
Tales -Scots Doric
Aye think o this When winter breezes blaws aroun' whare silent thochts are filled wae gloom and drifting words,they echo past frae fearful man an fearful lass In haunted hooses and misty lans whare Ghosties an gobblins an unco bans Pass atween this an theirs, that form amidst tha thunders crashing storm. Aye tucked up aroun yeer mithers apron wae teeth a nashing an voices wailing Fine ye ken this unhaly nicht tis filled wae all unGodly licht Craw tha Banshee frae tha Ben like howlet song throughoot tha Glen. Satan, Auld horney casts his lots for innocent bairnies fresh frae their cots An' ancient stories there arise an fly Like shooting stars that fill tha sky for here in tales tha croonies dae rattle in haunting airs and fiendish battle leagons arise tae tha masters calling This nicht hell awakens, aahhh tha heevens are falling. Here in blackened darkened skies whare lichtning flashes weaves an cries An mortal man fears fa his soul against that heelish burning coal Ministers intae their beds are fleeing wae ranting verses fa all their Dealing. Whare auld worn hags an witches cast upon tha waters that blaw an blast drooning mony tha ship an sailor all fa tha glory O their Demonic tailor when cauldrens stir in bubbling brews An damnation demands its richtful dues tha lan' it heaves and haws devouring all within its jaws A Blood red Moon casts her lot whare evil men have Died an fought tha Earth auld an worn frae tribulation demands the blood of every nation. Here within the fields o life brither against brither in war an strife hae released all this fiendish nightmare fa all their guilt,fa all they share Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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You're the most unco and clumsy person I know It doesnt really matter how many times you label yourself as "ninja" I miss how you would argue and try convince me that you're actually artful and cunning when it came to being a 'ninja'.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
Day2WithoutYou
Och! Airn an’ Thundir! Great Orrah! Ere ye a' sune an’ syne fast, verra fast *** Wae Verra Skye-Storne Hye, Skye-Unleashed, IT! Clitheroe's Gory Orrah! Frae mah Burnan’ Skye-Rage, An' unco Airn-Curse o’er ye a', Downe, downe! owre downe! Theis Moorlan Firey Grass flyin’, Dinna Daur! Ah say, Dinna Daur! Tae mah Verra Skye-Roaran’ An' Skye-Furious Bellum, Guid Orrah! Nae tae baith nowe listen! Nor tae set futis ageyne, Ah say! Wae yer unco dishonorable duds, Oan Theis Verra Nobil Glamis’ Hal’, Kingdom o' Scotland IT, Airn-Auld, Robert th' Bruce Micht, Ironclad, her Ruler, wae Wois Loud! Fore, ne’er, ne’er, Ah skye-yell; AH UNCO WADNA! AH UNCO WADNA! Great Guid, Verra Guid Orrah! Wae mah Bleezan Skye-Blade o’ War, An’ Verra, Verra Guid Gilded Targe, Auldfarran, juist twich ye a'! Whene'er, an’ unco fore’er, Intae THEIS DEEP LOCH O' RID HEL, An' thro' yondir War-Thundir, och! Wae mah Skye-Skean steel-fechtin’.
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
Unco Wadna
Riding The color Wheel From Liftoff To splashdown Onyx Eyelids Heavy with rheum Waking to Laminated Stick-ons A vinyl ocean Of unco adhesion And snap vacuum Jettisoned Trinkets Of youth Soaring Prophetically Overhead Acquiescing As scenes Of upended worlds The simple playgrounds Both remembered And loved
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Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
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