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D.M. Mackenzie
Clansmen, the peats are burning bright,
Sit round them in a ring,
And I will tell of that great night
I danced before the king!
For as a dancer in my youth,
So great was my renown,
The king himself invited me,
To visit London town.
My brand new presentation kilt
And ornaments I wore;
And with my skein dhu,
I rapped upon the door.
Soon I heard a Lord or Duke
Come running down the stairs,
And to the keyhole put his mouth,
Demanding who was there!
"Open the door" I sternly cried,
"As quickly as you can.
Is this the way that you receive
A Scottish gentleman?"
The door was opened; word went round,
"McAllister is here."
And with the news, the palace rang
With one tremendous cheer.
The King was sitting on his throne,
But down the steps he came.
Immediately the waiting Lord,
Pronounced my magic name.
aw=all
wad=would
ser=serve
yit=yet
gin=if, even if
muntains=mountains
doun=down
faw=fall
Authors note: Though called highlanders, the "gallant fortytwa" recruited from all over Scotland. At the time of the 1842
royal visit the regiment was established at a strength of 1,200
rank and file, 45 officers, 67 sergeants and 25 drummers!
However, they had to take in more than 400 men, recruits or
transferees from other regiments, to come up to authorized
strength.
There's a very spirited song about the gallant forty-twa.
Doubtless you have heard it. Funny thing is, the lyric is
mostly standard English.
Edinburgh
Albert Lawrance
This beautiful city was defiled and thrown onto a rubbish heap by the Baird of Rubbish, William
McGonagall, Scotlands worst poet.