A Christmas Poem from the Highlands of Old...

[Ethan Evans-Hilton]

Just an original poem and sketch for the season...
Tis a col’ night asure, ta stan watch as I
But tis m’ duty an lot on this dark winter’s night
For mah kith an mah clan they are now abed
Safe an secure wi’ no fear, worry, or dread

Th’ rains comin down an the winds they do blow
In th’ mud and th’heather m’ feet rankle below
M’ teeth they do chatter, and m’ hide it does shake
But m’ clan does sleep soundly, I’ll see they no wake.

For tis cold on this night bu’ me heart it is warm
For ti’s Christmas this eve an tis no so forlorn
For th’ sasanachs gone, th’ dragoons are away
They’ve set down their blades, put warin’ away

Mothers cradle their bairns, Fathers smoke at their pipes
Th’ hearth it does burn, fights th’ chill o th’ night
And though dark are the moors, and th’ mists they are high
Me croft it is warm, and the dawn it is nigh

So sleep well m’ lovelies, Yer Da’s kept the watch
I’ll be in fair soon, fer a dram o’ th’ Scotch
An’ I’ll rouse ye all gently in a true merry way
An’ we’ll have a moment o’ joy this fine Christmas Day.

[Bigkahuna]

Nicely done. Merry Christmas.