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22nd July – On This Day In History

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Born:

1946 Danny Glover (actor – Lethal Weapon)

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Died:

2008 Estelle Getty (actress – Golden Girls)

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On This Day:

1587 The English colony at Roanoke Island forms

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Have a good Saturday, 22nd July

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Highland Mary

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Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o’ Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie!
There Simmer first unfald her robes,
And there the langest tarry:
For there I took the last Fareweel
O’ my sweet Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloom’d the gay, green birk,
How rich the hawthorn’s blossom;
As underneath their fragrant shade,
I clasp’d her to my bosom!
The golden Hours, on angel wings,
Flew o’er me and my Dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Wi’ mony a vow, and lock’d embrace,
Our parting was fu’ tender;
And pledging aft to meet again,
We tore oursels asunder:
But Oh, fell Death’s untimely frost,
That nipt my Flower sae early!
Now green’s the sod, and cauld’s the clay,
That wraps my Highland Mary!

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips
I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly!
And clos’d for ay, the sparkling glance,
That dwalt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust,
That heart that lo’ed me dearly!
But still within my bosom’s core
Shall live my Highland Mary.

 

– Robert Burns

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A Fiddler In The North

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Amang the trees, where humming bees,
At buds and flowers were hinging, O,
Auld Caledon drew out her drone,
And to her pipe was singing, O:
‘Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspeys, and Reels,
She dirl’d them aff fu’ clearly, O:
When there cam’ a yell o’ foreign squeels,
That dang her tapsalteerie, O.

Their capon craws an’ queer “ha, ha’s,”
They made our lugs grow eerie, O;
The hungry bike did scrape and fyke,
Till we were wae and weary, O:
But a royal ghaist, wha ance was cas’d,
A prisoner, aughteen year awa’,
He fir’d a Fiddler in the North,
That dang them tapsalteerie, O.

 

– Robert Burns

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19th July – On This Day In History

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Born:

1947 Brian May (rock guitarist – Queen)

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Died:

2013 Phil Woosnam (footballer & manager)

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On This Day:

1969 Apollo 11 goes into moon orbit

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Have a good Wednesday, 19th July

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18th July – On This Day In History

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Born:

1918 Nelson Mandela (statesman)

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Died:

1817 Jane Austen (author)

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On This Day:

2013 The City of Detroit files for bankruptcy ($18.5 billion!)

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Have a good Tuesday, 18th July

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14th July – On This Day In History

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Born:

1974 David Mitchell (comedian and actor)

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Died:

1881 Billy The Kid (outlaw in the Wild West)

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On This Day:

1789 Bastille Day (the start of the French Revolution)

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Have a good Friday, 14th July

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Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel

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Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O’er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.

 

– William Wordsworth

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