LITTLE MARY OF LOCHOW. It is a tale of true love that I am going to tell this time. You know what that means. A man and a maid, with trystings in the gloaming, and a breaking heart at every good-bye. If that was the whole of it, the tale would have an easy telling. But in this adventure of hearts there were three and not two who tried to strike the holy bargain—and when a third […]
Tha sinn ‘san t-sean-nàdur A bhà sinn roimh am an achda, Am pearsanna ‘s an inntinn, ‘S ‘bar rìoghalachd, cha tèid lagadh. We’re still of our old nature As were we ere the Act was passèd, Alike in mind and persons And loyalty, we will not weaken. Am Breachan Uallach, Alasdair Mac Mhaighstir Alasdair.