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Glenfinnan Highland Games 20 August 2005 |
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Thank you to Matt Rooney, New Cumnock. Ayrshire, Scotland, for sending me a poem of the Glenfinnan Highland Games. Mat sent the poem just a few hours after I had added the Glenfinnan photos to this site. Mat tells me that, over the years, he has written about 12,000 poems. On one occasion in Southern Ireland, he wrote 35 poems in a day, all for the Price of a Pint of Smithwicks Irish Beer |
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Glenfinnan Highland Games The pibroch sounded out a mournful air, As the water's sensed the pipers stare. The games were in progress not far away, Where highland gentlemen threw a caber astray. The contests start from the early light, And grown men in earnest prepare to fight, No battles with claymores I might add, But tug o' wars and lightly clad.
A pipe band plays a Marching Tune, With others they compete from boon tae boon. Until they who have won the cup that day, Have an encore with which they play.
Matt Rooney, New Cumnock. Ayrshire, Scotland. 3 September 2004 |
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