| From old long ago on that far away isle, lest we forget Bannockburn to Culloden. Our colors and tartans still stream through the mind, now a faint memory of a forgotten time. Echoes of battle, men clad in tartans carrying shields and broadswords, sound their battle cries. Generations and continents away, yet forever the blood is strong and the soul is Highland. We who remember from Robert the Bruce to the Young Pretender. From old long ago, Scotland Forever, Forever the Clan in that dark island land. |
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| Richard Brown
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Eilean Donan Castle, The Highlands |
"There comes a voice that awakens my soul. It is the voice of years that are gone; they roll before me with their deeds." Ossian |