A Pack of Hypocrites

WHERE are the days that we have seen, When Phœbus shone fu’ bright, man, Days when fu’ merry we have been, When every one had right man; Now gloomy clouds do overshade, And spread wide over a’, man, Ill boding comets blaze o’er head, O whirry whigs awa’, man. Now ill appears with face fu’ […]

“An Airce” from Adv.MS.72.2.13

An Airce. Adhra mhìalach nan cat, Air dhealbh nathrach ‘s a grunnd fuar, ‘Nuair thig Tomas le chuid each, Bidh là nan creach mu d’ bhruaich. Thig seann fhàisdinnean, gu teach, Bheir a chuidheall car mu’n cuairt, Am fear tha ìosal bidh gu h-àrd, Fear eile gu làr gu luath. Thig claidheamh, tein’ agus càs, […]

Rascals

BOSWELL. “I drank chocolate, Sir, this morning with Mr. Eld; and, to my no small surprize, found him to be a Staffordshire Whig, a being which I did not believe had existed.” JOHNSON. “Sir, there are rascals in all countries.” BOSWELL. “Eld said, a Tory was a creature generated between a non-juring parson and one’s grandmother.” JOHNSON. “And I have always said, the first […]

Conflation: Gàidhealtachd & Jacobitism

The simple question “who were the Gaidheil (Gaels)”? Might seem like a surprising point of departure. When the Comunn Oiseanach (Ossianic Society) started meeting at the University of Glasgow some eighty years later, from 1831, one of their primary functions was as a debating society. They discussed, in Gaelic, a wide range of topics but […]

Amen Cryed All Hell

When the doctor took liberties, which was not seldom the case, his patron became more than usually cold and sullen, and sometimes uttered a short dry sarcasm which would have struck dumb any person of ordinary assurance. In spite of such occurrences, however, the amity between this singular pair [Gilbert Burnet and William of Orange] […]

Little Wat Ye Wha’s Coming

Little wat ye wha’s coming, Little wat ye wha’s coming, Little wat ye wha’s coming, Jock and Tam and a’s coming. Duncan’s coming, Donald’s coming, Colin’s coming, Ronald’s coming, Dougald’s coming, Lauchlan’s coming, Alaster and a’s coming. Borland and his men’s coming, Cameron and M’Lean’s coming, Gordon and M’Gregor’s coming, Ilka Dunywastle’s coming. Little wat […]

Awa’ Whigs Awa’

Our thrissles are a’ flourish’d And bonnie bloom’d our roses But Whigs cam like a frost in June An’ wither’d a’ our posies Chorus: Awa’, Whigs, awa’ Awa’, Whigs, awa’ Ye’re jist a pack o’ traitor louns Ye’ll dae nae guid at a’ Our sad decay in church and state Surpasses my descriving The Whigs […]