Land of my Birth Mist shrouded Highlands And Pines looking down On deep green Glens. Jagged Coasts And Rugged Ilses The taste of salt Upon the winds. The cry of Eagles and The rushing sound Of clear cold burns Tumbling o'er the rocks Cascading down to the Dark waiting Lochs. The skirl of Pipes And the lilting brogue Of the Scottish Folk.
Mist and the folk who were cleared off thir land for sheep.The sadness of the defeat at Culloden at the "butchery" that occured after it. The anger that we are not an independent nation yet and the destruction of shipbuilding , steel making and other industries. The disappontment that oil found off our shores did not get used for the betterment of our nation. The pride in many inventions that have changed the world.
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"We are the last people on earth, the last to be free": Calgacus
Lagavulin and the man of my heart ... not in that particular order, of course
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"Now here's my secret", said the fox, "it is very simple. It is only with ones heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye."
("The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
"The soul would have no rainbow, if the eye had no tears." (Native American Proverb)
Scottish Gaelic Sabhal Mor Ostaig Capercaillie Cape Wrath Balnakiel Bay The Clearances Smoo Cave The Stone of Scone Ben Loyal Castle Varrich Dougie MacLean The Farr Stone
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Slàn agus beannachd, Allen R. Alderman
'S i Alba tìr mo chridhe. 'S i Gàidhlig cànan m' anama. Scotland is the land of my heart. Gaelic is the language of my soul.