Sharin' The Sporran - Poem by Judith Boos
Gordon sired two bonny bairns --
Shy Martin and bold Harry.
Both eschewed lowlander's kilt
Till day lads chose to marry
Highland lassies top of brae
Where they by choice would tarry --
Mild Martin clad in tartan.
Wild Harry in Glengarry.
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