Bonnie Scotland

by McKintosh

Welcome tae bonnie Scotland, land o the wind Tur-bin,

Ower by yon bonnie banks an by yon bonny braes,

Please jist ignore thon bird-kill, it disnae mean a thing.

Ye cannae see the hills fer aw the giant wind-mills,

Bit ye’ll no hae tae walk ‘cos they’ve built aw they roads.

The tourist advertisin’ will hae tae change their tact,

An’ welcome ye wi’ new spiel, tae come an see oor toon,

We’ve hundreds o machines stretchin’ tae the moon.

Aw the bonnie banks an bonny braes, weel we’ve let them doon,

Dug them ower wi’ oor diggers, fer the benefit o whom.

Ye’ll maybe no be back, as ye see aw the dismay,

The folks weepin on their doorstep, as they survey the bonnie brae

Afore ye go, may I gie ye a Celtic blessing…

May the wind be always at yer back,

an may God save oor land from this crazy industrial attack…


Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight :
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light.Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
“Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.”

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted – “Open then the Door!
You know how little while we want to stay,
We’ve seen and heard the turbines and will return no more.”

John Curtis

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