ANST - Re: ANST; HAPPY HOLIDAYS

[Baronman]

 The Weaving of the Tartan

I saw an old Dame weaving,
Weaving, weaving,
I saw an old Dame weaving,
     A web of tartan fine.
"Sing high," she said, "sing low," she said,
"Wild torrent to the sea,
That saw my sons and daughters go,
In sorrow far from me.
And warp well the long threads,
The bright threads, the strong threads,
     To make the colors shine."

She wove in red for every deed,
Of valor in Ansteorra's need:
She wove in green the Laurel's sheen,
In memory of her glorious one's.
She sang of the battle times,
The Gulf Wars march, the bright Or line.
Of how it fired the blood and stirred the heart,
When ever a child of hers took part.
"Tis for the gallent lads," she said,
"Who wear the kilt and the plaid:
"Tis for my winsome lasses too,
Just like my dainty bells of blue.
So weave well the bright threads,
The red threads, the green threads;
Woof well the strong threads
That bind their hearts to mine."

(c) Thomas Erwin aka Bors of Lothian 1997


Happy Hoidays
Baron Bors And Baroness Anne
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