A poem, by my mum
Posted on
May 29, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
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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I always wondered where the lawyers were hiding…
Quality!
Big Thumbs up to Stuarts mum for the poem
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!
Maw knows best!
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’
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
My Mum wrote a poem about Scottish independence, too. I’ll ask if she’d like to share it with you fine folk.
What a great wee ditty. Mony thanks to Stu’s Mam.
(More please!)
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?
Mags?
In the Days When We Were Radicals
A short time ago
– it’s in Radical Renfrew. Must get a copy
Excellent, cheered me up, thanks for sharing
Ming Campbell’s your mum?!?
@Doug
The ‘M’ will be for ‘Mum’ or maybe ‘Mrs’.
Ming Campbell’s your mum?
Now that would be a real Star Wars revelation.
Rev Skywalker requires immediate jedi councilling.
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.
Freddie T.
No mention of thousands of Scots HAVINGto go to England for jobs under Westminster rule.
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.
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”
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?
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’!
Lovely wee poem. Sums it all up. Please convey our thanks to the “Reverend Mother”
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.
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..