...it's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...
My beloved Caps are in a slump. Tonight they were listless and slow, and lost in a shootout to a shitty team...again. Clearly, they need some poetry to stir their blood, and who better to do it than Robert Burns?
Besides, annika and I both missed his birthday last month...January 25.
Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn (1793)
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to Victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power-
Chains and Slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha, for Scotland's King and Law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or Free-man fa',
Let him on wi' me!
By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!-
Let us Do or Die!
It was just before midnight Eastern when I posted that. Yeah, I futzed with the time stamp a bit, but what's ten minutes?
Posted by: Victor on Feb. 7, 2007Kyle, my deepest apologies for deleting your comment! I accidentally double-posted my comment, then selected yours when I went to delete the double comment.
I gotta stop going to hockey and baseball games in the middle of the week.
Nahhh.
Posted by: Victor on Feb. 7, 2007That is a kick-ass poem Victor!
Posted by: annika on Feb. 7, 2007Go, Robert Burns! http://www.burnsheritagepark.com/ My dad was stationed on a submarine tender (USS Holland) in Dunoon, Scotland from '77 to '79. My goal is to have a cottage there someday and split my time between Dunoon and San Diego. My husband says, "There's nothing to do in Scotland."
Posted by: Joules on Feb. 7, 2007