A Plaintive Harvest

THE CLEARANCE SONG. From Lochourn to Glenfinnan the gray mountains ranging, Naught falls on the eye but the changed and the changing; From the hut by the lochside, the farm by the river, Macdonalds and Cameron pass—and for ever. The flocks of one stranger the long glens are roaming, Where a hundred bien homesteads smoked bonny at […]

Precious Few Heroes

I was listening to the news the other day I heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say He was proud to be Scottish, by the way With the the glories of our past to remember “Here’s tae us, wha’s like us?” Listen to the cry No surrender to the truth and here’s […]

Highland Clearances in Das Kapital

The Highland Celts were organised in clans, each of which was the owner of the land on which it was settled. The representative of the clan, its chief or “great man,” was only the titular owner of this property, just as the Queen of England is the titular owner of all the national soil. When […]