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A poem, by my mum

Posted on May 29, 2013 by

A FOREIGN POLICY

Margaret Curran should know the truth
Of engaging brain before opening mooth;
Using the word “foreigner”
Like a profanity

Offends large sections of humanity.

She should know better and be more carin’
Each one of us is a Jock Tamson bairn;
To hear an apology would be divine,
But don’t hold your breath – I won’t hold mine.
(c) M. Campbell, 2013
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    23 to “A poem, by my mum”

    1. ThereWasACoo says:

      Quality! 😀

    2. Adrian B says:

      Big Thumbs up to Stuarts mum for the poem 😀 

    3. Steven M says:

      I like it. I will confess that I heard it in a “rap battle” style, with US rapper voice and drum beat backing track. I suspect that just means I need sleep! Well done Rev’s ma! 🙂

    4. The Man in the Jar says:

      Maw knows best!

    5. clochoderic says:

      Magrit has just well descried / How we’d be a’ left right outside / A nation that should give ye pride/ To seek a  fight for british pride / but nae luck for mags  one thing’s o’curran – maggie it is your brain that’s furrin’ 

    6. K Mackay says:

      That’s great, more poetry from you’re mum please Stu 🙂
       
       I’d like to see our policy on immigration once we’re independent just be the statement “we’re a’`jock Tamson’s bairns.” Love that saying 🙂

    7. Taranaich says:

      My Mum wrote a poem about Scottish independence, too. I’ll ask if she’d like to share it with you fine folk.

    8. uilleambeag says:

      What a great wee ditty. Mony thanks to Stu’s Mam.
       
      (More please!)

    9. john king says:

      as sung by labour

      Only we, the workers of the worldwide
      Great army of labour,
      Have the right to own the land,
      But the parasites – never!
      And if the great thunder rolls
      Over the pack of dogs and executioners,
      For us, the sun will forever
      Shine on with its fiery beams.
       |: This is our final
         and decisive battle;
         With the Internationale
         humanity will rise up! 😐

      maybe it was wee mags’s day off?
       

    10. Derick Tulloch says:

      Mags?
      In the Days When We Were Radicals
      A short time ago
      – it’s in Radical Renfrew. Must get a copy

    11. Jen says:

      Excellent, cheered me up, thanks for sharing 

    12. Doug Daniel says:

      Ming Campbell’s your mum?!?

    13. scottish_skier says:

      @Doug
      The ‘M’ will be for ‘Mum’ or maybe ‘Mrs’.

    14. Luigi says:

      Ming Campbell’s your mum?
      Now that would be a real Star Wars revelation.
      Rev Skywalker requires immediate jedi councilling.
       

    15. FreddieThreepwood says:

      Curran’s at it again in the Herald this morning. Labour ‘research’ has found (shock) that there are Scots living all over the UK. They’ve counted them!
      Cue more use of the ‘f’ word. They really do seem to be pushing this button for all it’s worth.
      Which is ‘f’ all, of course.

    16. Seanair says:

      Freddie T.
      No mention of thousands of Scots HAVINGto go to England for jobs under Westminster rule.

    17. Luigi says:

      Apparently, Margaret Curran now knows every scots-born man, woman and child currently living in England. And yet, she knows nothing at all, of the massive, deliberate cover-up of North Sea oil revenue/forecast information that has occured, under successive Labour and Tory governments, to this very day. She cares more about labelling people “foreigners” than she does about the stolen wealth of a nation. Incredible.

    18. Desimond says:

      I think Paul Heaton once wrote a lyric with Maggie Curran in mind
      “You dont know, You dont care
      Youre just glad that you wasnt there”

    19. CamronB says:

      I think that makes Ms. Curran an accessory after the fact, which is a prosecutable offense in Scotland. I wonder if any law officers might fancy investigating all the unnecessary deaths, which resulted from all those years of Labour and Tory lies?

    20. YesYesYes says:

      Great Poem Mrs C. But what have you started?
       
      Margaret Curran’s up to her old tricks again
      Refuting the truth with her shallow counter claims
      She told folk in Glasgow East she’d always lived near by
      Til the press pointed out her little white lie
       
      Now Margaret feigns ignorance of Healey’s revelations
      “Ah wisnae there” is her response to nats’ protestations
      But Citizen Smart has outed her, for all to see
      This is how you silence a screaming banshee
       
      How will Margaret talk her way out of this?
      An apology? A speech? Or grab a bairn tae kiss?
      But this mystery can be explained, for it would seem
       
      That Margaret’s spent too much time with Labour’s ‘Truth Team’!

    21. Jeannie says:

      Lovely wee poem. Sums it all up.   Please convey our thanks to the “Reverend Mother” 🙂

    22. Chic McGregor says:

      I suppose I better put in my twa groats worth:
       

      Lament For The Fakaris

      I wuld be fain, giff Fakaris anent     
      With their cuifis, sen, wuld tak tent;     
      Sparit nocht be their facultie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me    
       
      She has done petuously devour     
      The carling, Curran, of  Fakaris flour,     
      The skaldis, Baillie and Lamont, all three:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       
      The Lordis McConnell of Glenscorrodale     
      Wallace, Foulkes, Forsythe, all hayle,     
      Tane piss haue thai fra this cuntrie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.    
       
      That scorpion fell has done infeck     
      And thairwyth postal votis affeck,     
      Ballot-faking and tragedie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       
      Reid quhat Iain Davidson screivit,     
      That nocht we be fra Britane leavit     
      Sir Ming Campbell wuld agree:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       
      Flytingis has Cochrane on Great Eck tane,     
      That mak fell heid-lines of disdaine;     
      Marcus Gardham ta, no frend he:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       
      Sally Magnusson and Glenn Campbell,
      With Jackie Bird dois gyve the knell,     
      And ‘Brian’s Blog’ is ere nought free:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.     
       
      The ‘ConDem’ pakt is butt ane mirage,     
      Sen mycht we haue the ‘ConFarage’,     
      So short, so quick, of sentence hie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.     
       
      James Murphy of Renfrew East,     
      Howpes sen he will on Miliband feast;     
      Twa better gowkis did no man see:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       
      In Dunfermline we haue Gordon Broun     
      Quhom wuld dynge Alastair Darling doun;     
      Sir Willie the Ross schamit wuld be:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.     
       
      Lord George Robertson has forsayd,     
      That thai wuld our intent mak deid,     
      Of quhom all Lordis hes maist pitie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       
      Word Maister Wullie ‘Quhit can ye dae?’     
      In parle court tries verily;     
      Quhyle Ruth assailis the King fu she:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       
      Thoch bretheris nocht, Alexanderis twane,     
      With Laydy Wendy act as ane;     
      Of force I man next in prayere be:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.    
       
      Since for the treuth remeid is none,     
      Best is that we for defeatt dispone,     
      Giff defeattit , neverendum we:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.

    23. Chic McGregor says:

      I have final tweaked that rather rushed effort.  BTW it is loosely based on Dunbar’s ‘Lament For The Makaris’.  Started off trying to stick close to the original but found it impossible.
       

      Lament For The Fakaris

      I wuld be fain, giff the Fakaris anent,     
      Withe their cuifis, wuld sen tak tent;     
      Sparit nocht be their facultie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.     
       

      She has done petuously devour,     
      The Carling, Curran, of  Fakaris flour;     
      Withe skaldis, Baillie, Lamont, all three:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       

      The Lordis McConnell of Glenscorrodale,     
      Wallace, Foulkes, Forsythe, all hayle;     
      Tane piss haue thai fra this cuntrie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me..     

       
      Reid quhat Iain Davidson screivit,     
      That nocht we be fra Britane leavit.     
      Sir Ming Campbell wuld agree:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       

      Flytingis by Cochrane on Salmond rain,     
      Thai mak fell heid-lines of disdaine;     
      Marcus Gardham ta, no frend he:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       

      Sally Magnusson and Glenn Campbell,
      With Jackie Bird dois gyve the knell;     
      And ‘Brian’s Blog’ is ere nought free:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.     
       

      The ‘ConDem’ pact is butt ane mirage,     
      Sen mycht we haue the ‘ConFarage’;     
      So short, so quick, of sentence hie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.     

       
      James Murphy of Renfrew East,     
      Howpes sen on Miliband to feast;     
      Twa better gowkis did no man see:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.

       
      In Dunfermline we haue Gordon Broun,     
      Quho dyngit Alastair Darling doun;     
      Sir Willie the Ross schamit wuld be:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.     
       

      Lord George Robertson hais forsayd,     
      That thai wuld our intent mak deid;     
      Of quhom all Lordis hes maist pitie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       

      Word Maister Wullie ‘Quhit can ye dae?’     
      In parle court tries verily;     
      Laydy Ruth, oure Kynge fu assailis she:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.

       
      Thoch bretheris nocht, Alexanderis twane,     
      Withe Laydy Wendy act as ane;     
      Of force I man in prayere next be:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me..   

       
      That scorpion fell has done infeck     
      And thairwyth postal votis affeck;     
      Ballot-faking and tragedie:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me.
       

      Since for the treuth remeid is none,     
      Best is that we for defeatt dispone;     
      Giff alas, defeattit , neverendum we:—     
          Timor pro Patria conturbat me..
       



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