The Battle o Largs.
In one of Scotlands darkest hours a long long time ago,
a foreign King was so close by, such a fearsome foe,
Hakon was this rulers name his focus was elsewhere,
But the winds they were to play there part, and forced him to land here.
The people were so ill prepared their lives endangered so,
They sent for help to aid their plight and warn their good King so.
Now Alexander, our Noble King responded right away,
Scotland,s Army must make ready for Battle in a day,
From everywhere in Scotland, they came to that towns aid,
For they knew to the Norse who landed twas more than just a raid,
For Hakons greed was land you see and Scotland was his aim,
And those who stood against that man were plain and simply slain.
O,er hill and Glen they marched with speed despite what lay ahead,
Knowing well that when they meet, many will soon be dead,
With wild passion charging through their veins,
The foe was swept assunder, and loud the clash of weapons heard
Some thought of Thor,s great Thunder.
Back and back the Scots did push, those Vikings to the shore,
Back to the sea from whence they came to trouble us no more,
With guts outburst and brains so crushed so treacherous was the way,
that many,s a man who slipped and fell was killed there where he lay.
Upon that shore the fight went on as the Vikings tried to flee,
but such was the anger o the scots they wished them all to dee,
King Alexanders words were heard (Halt let them get away)
For chivalry that great king stood, “They wont forget this day”
Now people of largs proud you must be of all those Scots that day,
who came to your call and gave their lives in such a dreadful way.
So celebrate in Scottish style, the victory that day
Don’t insult the memory of those, with whom, their lives did pay.
John Patterson
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Falkirk Remembers
On Falkirk,s lonely Battlefield,
Scots Patriots did stand.
One thought alone was in their mind,s,
To defend their precious land.
Their cause was just and noble,
Liberty for all.
To beat the proud usurper,
Or together they will fall.
I,ve brought you to the Ring he cried,
Now dance the best you can.
And Dance they did all those brave men,
Heroes to a man.
Their bravery was not enough,
Their lives outnumbered so,
But those whom some relied upon,
From the Battlefield did go.
Each man here died a Hero,
Though this fight they never won,
For all who died that bloody day,
We thank you Scotlands Son,s.
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New Scotland the Brave.
Land o the purple heather, Land where we fought together
Land where we died together, down in the glen.
This land we fought and died for Scotland now we must rise for.
Proud is this land we stand for Scotland The Brave.
Patriots proud have stood for Scotlands Nationhood.
Freedom for all, is the call, forefathers once stood up for.
Scotland your Heroes fought for, battles we’ve won and lost for,
Land that we all would die for Scotland the Brave.
Hark hear the pipes a calling, from glen to glen their skirlin,
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies.
Now is the time to stand up, for Scotland we must rise up,
Noble with great endeavor Scotland the Brave.
Far o,er this earth we roam, thinking of always home.
Carrying forth the determination we are known for.
Scotland forever stand out, Patriots all must call out.
Rise with your hearts and call out Scotland the Brave.
Rise with your hearts all call out Scotland the Brave.
J.Patterson The Laird O Glengarnock . March 2006.
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ODE TO THE ARTISANS
By Leven watter on the Clyde,
jist up a bit an roon.
Some People meet there regular,
in the heart o Renton Toon.
To bring tae life whits long gone past,
and let the People see.
How rich in Royal history,
their Shire. Used to be.
With special trades and long lost skills.
They bring tae life again,
tae show the people what was done,
By such creative men
History is in their hearts,
educating in, their plans,
Patriotic to a man
The Strathleven Artisans.
By John Patterson.
Laird o Glengarnock.
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The Artizans Nicht Oot.
By The Laird o Glengarnock.
The Artizans, from Renton
Were invited to a bash,
Not for them this Friday night,
Bangers beans and mash,
They,ll get the best of cheugh, alright,
“that means the best of food”, some delicacies not had before ,
and perhaps a fancy Pud.
Lord Elgin is Their special host,
A Man o Bruce as well,
By the time they finish all that grub,
They,ll all be doing swell.
So when their done and heading home
Each one can say aloud,
They all had tea with The Bruces heir
And aye, He done them proud.
Written by J.M.Patterson
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Some Wisdom For Those Chosen
So sair it is tae see this land
Being led in such a way
By those in power with Gluttonous eyes
The rest of us tae pay.
A Mans a Man oor Rabbie said
Some rogues he mentioned too
Things dinnae change much richt enough
It,s much the same the noo
Some things they must agree upon
Like Health and education
And do some things that helps Our lives
And the people of This Nation
So members of our Parliament
With integrity act wisely
Be true with Virtue in Your cause
And the Nation won,t despise Thee
Written by John Patterson
Laird o Glengarnock
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The Song Of The Bowmen
We are the Bowmen the Loyal Forty Bowmen,
We’re the Guardians o the King o this great land,
If misfortune makes you meet us,
You’ll surely no forget us, The Bowmen o St Sebastian.
From the corners o our nation,
We all will gether roon,
Tae protect The Bruce and Scotland,
In the heart o Renton Toon.
We are the Bowmen the Forty loyal Bowmen,
We’re the Guardians o the King o this great land,
If misfortune makes you meet us,
You’ll surely no forget us, The Bowmen o St Sebastian.
As swift as the swallow,
Our arrows fly so true,
You’ll only know that we are near,
When our arrow’s meet with you.
We are the Bowmen the Bruces loyal bowmen,
His guardian where he goes in this great land,
If misfortune makes you meet us,
You,ll surely no forget us, The Bowmen of St Sebastian
John Patterson
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The Spirit Of Wallace
For freedom he gave his life
For your land and mine alike
Not for himself he fought the Cause
True and noble of heart
For he did not start that war
Seven hundred years since his betrayal and murder
Longshanks did not realise
He was not half the man
Whose strength of will
And spirit will forever thunder
Scotland
A nation proud strong and Bold
Remind the people young and old
Of Wallace
The king of Patriots
May his spirit fill the hearts
Of the subjugated and oppressed
For hope and Freedom is in the minds and Hearts
Of all patriots
Written by John Patterson
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RENTON
Hail tae the Bruce,
A King hoosed at Renton,
Furr a castle furr him tae see,
A fortress embedded oan a rock,
The right place furr Robert tae be.
Surrounded wae hiz oan folk,
Safe between the Leven,
Hiz enemy defeated years gone by,
Sent back tae Englin’ reilin’.
Hail tae the Bruce,
He wiz the people’s champion,
Dalquhurn wiz made hiz base,
Until illness took him away fae us,
Insertin’ hope intae oor race.
Where are the Mains ‘o’ Cardross?
This hidden gem ‘o’ oors,
Furr future generations ‘o’ searchin’,
Ressurection ‘o’ past glory lures.
Hail tae the Bruce,
This ancient village hid a secret,
Furr years keepin’ well tae imagine,
Until wan day under machines it surfaced,
Came hints of Bruce’s mansion.
Paul Hunter
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THE ‘BURN’
The Bruce wiz ootnumbered that’s furr sure
But oan the twenty third ‘o June came hiz oor.
Carefully planned an’ wae taught troops ready
He moved forward wae a passion steadfast an’ steady,
Oan hiz command the multitude marched wae heart;
Destroyin’ the ambitions ‘o’ slavery fae hiz counterpart.
Many an english knight fell doon oosted fae saddle
Chopped wae Scots pride an’ Lion Rampant tae straddle.
Bannockburn defined the term wae annihilation
Fae the borders tae the highlan’s came exhilaration,
Cummin’ together as wan nation tae fight;
Edward’s soldiers ‘o’ Christendom scatterin’ wae fright.
King Bruce,his brother an’ Douglas war generals united
Oan that holy place ‘o’ battle their brave troops knighted.
Pikes ‘o’ height punctured the enemy back tae Carlisle
Runnin’ wae fear an’ failure wullnae be back furr a while,
‘A’ the way hame they galloped tae protect their King,
Furr Shinin’ aboot Robert’s heid wiz a crown gold of ring.
Furr wans an’ furr ‘a’ Scotlan’ wiz oors
Fae men dyin’ furr years, months an’ some furr oors.
Wan man led the Scots furr the English tae rattle
In thirteen fourteen it ended in chivalric battle,
So fae that dynamic clash ‘o’ sword an’ shield
Never tae another country will oor freedom yield.
Paul Hunter
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