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4th September – On This Day In History
Born:
1949 Tom Watson (golfer and five times British Open Winner)
Died:
2006 Steve Irwin (TV personality and naturalist)
On This Day:
1964 Forth Road Bridge opens (the new one opened earlier this year)
Have a good Tuesday, 4th September
2nd September – On This Day In History
Born:
1952 Jimmy Connors (tennis champion)
Died:
1834 Thomas Telford (pioneering civil engineer)
On This Day:
1666 Great Fire of London begins (80% of London destroyed)
Have a good Sunday, 2nd September
25th August – On This Day In History
Born:
1930 Sean Connery (actor – James Bond)
Died:
2012 Neil Armstrong (first man to walk on the Moon)
On This Day:
1940 Latvia, Estonia & Lithuania all become part of the Soviet Union (USSR)
Have a good Saturday, 25th August
23rd August – On This Day In History
Born:
1754 Louis XVI (King of France, executed by guillotine after The French Revolution)
Died:
1305 William Wallace (Scottish patriot & revolutionary – hung, drawn & quartered)
On This Day:
1990 Armenia declares its independence
Have a good Thursday, 23rd August
The Farewell
IT was a’ for our rightfu’ King
We left fair Scotland’s strand;
It was a’ for our rightfu’ King
We e’er saw Irish land,
My dear–
We e’er saw Irish land.
Now a’ is done that men can do,
And a’ is done in vain;
My love and native land, farewell,
For I maun cross the main,
My dear–
For I maun cross the main.
He turn’d him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore;
And gae his bridle-reins a shake,
With, Adieu for evermore,
My dear–
With, Adieu for evermore!
The sodger frae the wars returns,
The sailor frae the main;
But I hae parted frae my love,
Never to meet again,
My dear–
Never to meet again.
When day is gane, and night is come,
And a’ folk bound to sleep,
I think on him that ‘s far awa’,
The lee-lang night, and weep,
My dear–
The lee-lang night, and weep.
– Robert Burns
Up In The Morning Early
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,
I`m sure it`s winters fairly.
CHORUS:Up in the morning`s no for me,
Up in the mornings early;
When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,
I`m sure it`s winter fairly.
The birds sit chittering on the the thorn,
A` day they fare but sparely;
And lang`s the night frae e`en to morn,
I`m sure it`s winter fairly.
CHORUS: Up in the morning`s no for me,
Up in the mornings early;
When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,
I`m sure it`s winter fairly.
– Robert Burns
The Rigs O’ Barley
It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon’s unclouded light,
I held away to Annie:
The time flew by wi’ tentless heed
Till ‘tween the late and early,
Wi’ sma’ persuasion, she agreed
To see me thro’ the barley.
Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs,
An’ corn rigs are bonnie:
I’ll ne’er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi’ Annie.
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly:
I set her down, wi’ right good will,
Amang the rigs o’ barley:
I ken’t her heart was a’ my ain:
I lov’d her most sincerely;
I kiss’d her owre and owre again,
Amang the rigs o’ barley.
Corn rigs…
I lock’d her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely:
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o’ barley!
But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She aye shall bless that happy night,
Amang the rigs o’ barley.
Corn rigs…
I ha’e been blythe wi’ comrades dear;
I ha’e been merry drinkin’;
I ha’e been joyfu’ gatherin’ gear;
I ha’e been happy thinkin’:
But a’ the pleasures e’er I saw,
Tho’ three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth then a’,
Amang the rigs o’ barley.
Corn rigs…
– Robert Burns
