31 Dec 2025, 21:35 UTC48 views1 reactionsread 12 August 2026 THE CAT
You've heard of Burns' dogs I'm sure,
And of their great debate.
About the rich and poor.
And I'm sure you know of the good land Coil,
Where on the hill they stood.
But now I will tell you,
Of a greater tale there is,
Not of a dog's debate,
But of a Cat's one still.
A Manx with their stubby tail,
And a wild cat of the hills,
Met within the glens of Galloway,
And when within each others sight.
A great roa…
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31 Dec 2025, 18:52 UTC42 views2 reactionsread 12 August 2026 THE POET
I stumbled on a poet,
Who claims to have some fame.
Many men have read my work,
No recognition I had of he.
A thousand men have recited lines,
That I wrote long ago.
But now indeed I realise,
Not one did read the rest.
So I say to ye and to them and he,
Curse ye of that Isle.
Curse the sons of Sardus,
Who would read a single line.
My other work is just as good,
Or so is said to me,
But not a one would re…
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28 Dec 2025, 22:13 UTC38 views3 reactionsread 12 August 2026 SPIRIT SACRIFICED
I stare outside,
At the green grass of my home,
To the west I see the mountains tall,
Where the silver-armed doth dwell,
Where still the mountain men do sing,
Of warrior and of high king,
Where I once dwelt when yet a child,
And learnt of song and story wild,
Of mannish hound and mighty lord,
Of shining light and golden hoard.
I weep a while,
At the loss,
Of a spirit old and green,
A lady proud, o…
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28 Dec 2025, 22:08 UTC36 views1 reactionsread 12 August 2026 NOBILITY
I remember as a child,
when my Grandfather began,
to tell me of our ancient days,
as chief and vassal clans.
He said there was a hundred,
and fifty more besides,
each of them a ri, a king.
And their kin royal aside.
If your name begins with Mc or O,
A crown is yours to claim.
And though the foreigners do not know,
you are noble still.
We are the sons of Scotia,
of Mil and Breogan too.
Kings and chiefs ma…
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23 Dec 2025, 19:31 UTC≈1,640 views4 reactionsread 12 August 2026 SARDINIA
They say there is an island,
In the middle sea.
They say it's green and lovely there,
And that the water's clean.
And if you ask but one of them,
of where their race was spawned
They would tell you of Hercules,
and of Sardus his child.
Some would say Atlantis,
But they are famous fools,
for all men know it's not there
But on the Emerald Isle.
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23 Dec 2025, 19:21 UTC56 views4 reactionsread 12 August 2026 THE GAEL
Born to ancient race,
of poet and kingly stature.
Unfit for modern labour.
No hardship of the body,
Is worth to mar the soul.
My hands fit for pen and spear,
not for hoe and spade.
I am of the race of Mil,
of Diarmuid and of Emer.
Ancient chiefs and druid priests,
not for for modern labour.
Now the hillforts are gone,
the glens go slowly empty.
And the knowledge of our fathers names,
are lost to newborn …
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22 Dec 2025, 23:46 UTC47 viewsread 12 August 2026 Voice message
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22 Dec 2025, 23:21 UTC47 viewsread 12 August 2026 THOMOND
Reared on rolling hill,
Where my father trod before.
And where my sires banner flew,
in the cold December winds.
Where men remember the old names,
of Brian and Murchad too.
And where the fighting spirit,
of the sons of Mil never once did fail.
Few are the old woodlands,
And fewer still the bogs,
but enough remain that men remember,
what once the land was like.
And of the men I must now speak,
of farmer a…
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