The Curse Of Scotland Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The Curse Of Scotland



Sir John Dalrymple,1st Earl of Stair
Held all the aces. Nine diamonds on his family crest

As Secretary of State for Scotland
He ordered the Glencoe Massacre

What was the big deal?
Dalrymple had Mi-run mor nan Gall,
The Lowlanders great hatred for the Gaels
His heart was hard against the McDonald clan
Hewanted the club and spade to kill and bury them

The odds were against them
Enemies of William, King of Orange
Still Jacobite at heart, the cards were stacked against them

Captain Robert Campbell and his men
Held each suit close to their chest
12 days enjoying the clansmen's Highland welcome
Bluff jokers, sharing MacIain's porridge pot

On February 13th, the massacre took place
The Campbells held the trumps, a Royal flush
Wild cards, the ace of spades was high that day

Some clansmen died at home, and others in the blizzards
Howling over the hills. They died face down
Stabbed in the back by cheats. Nothing to brag about.

Sunday, December 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: murder
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