DATES IN
HISTORY
20 April 1994
Priceless
antiques were stolen in a raid on Sir Walter Scott’s Borders home at
Abbotsford.
20 April 2006
Angela
Baillie, a Glasgow solicitor, was jailed for 32-months for smuggling heroin
into Barlinnie Prison. Her lawyer claimed that she had been ‘coerced’ by a
feared underworld figure into smuggling drugs into the Glasgow jail.
21 April 1746
Following the
Jacobite defeat at Culloden, Ogilvie’s Regiment (Forfarshire) arrived as a
body at Clova and dispersed in their native Strathmore. The regiment was
first raised in Forfarshire by David, Lord Ogilvie, the heir to the house of
Airlie, and took part in the invasion of England. A second battalion was
raised by Lieutenant Colonel Sir James Kinloch which fought at Inverurie.
The reunited regiment fought at Falkirk and Culloden. The regiment was
regarded as the best drilled and disciplined unit raised by the Jacobites
and it retreated intact from the field of Culloden and proceeded to the
rendezvous at Ruthven Barracks.
21 April 2006
Scottish
tycoon Michael Brown was arrested in Spain and was set to be extradited to
England to face charges over a £5.7 million fraud. In 2004 he donated £2.4
million to the Liberal Democrat Party, representing almost half of the funds
raised by them for the Westminster General Election.
22 April 1893
Fairfield-built Cunard liner SS Campania entered service. She set a
transatlantic record time of five days, seventeen hours and twenty-seven
minutes, arriving back from the United States as holder of the coveted Blue
Riband.
22 April 2006
Some of the
restrictions on the movement of poultry imposed after a dead swan with HSNI
was found at Cellardyke, Fife, were lifted. Full restrictions were raised on
1 May 2006.
24 April 2006
The Scotch
Whisky industry won a landmark legal victory in the battle to protect its
product from being ‘cloned’ by Indian drinks manufacturers. The High Court
in Delhi ruled that an Indian-produced whisky called ‘Red Scot’ could no
longer be sold under its brand name as the label misled consumers.
25 April 1707
An enormous
school of whales arrived in the Firth of Forth and 35 ran aground on the
sands at Kirkcaldy.
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Features Section
SCOTTISH QUOTATIONS

I like to have quotations ready for every occasions - they
give one's ideas so pat and save one the trouble of finding
expression adequate to one's feeling.
Robert Burns
Statements in prose and verse which reflect
all aspects of Scottish life and outlook from the 1st century to the present day.
New
quotes added every week. The
quotations are not restricted to native Scots but include observations
from abroad which help us, in the words of our National Bard, Robert
Burns, "To see oursels as others see us"
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Today is the
anniversary of the dispersal of the Jacobite soldiers, including
Lord George
Murray, who had rendezvoused at Ruthven barracks following the
1746 Culloden
defeat.
They dispensed on receiving a note from Prince Charles stating
‘Let
every man seek his safety in the best way he can.’
As was proved by the
large turn-out at Saturday’s (14 April 2007) annual Culloden Commemoration
Meeting, the 1745 Jacobite Rising still inspires great interest and has over
the years nspired many poets and songwriters.
This week’s quotations are by
later-day songwriters inspired by the Forty-Five apart from the words from
Gaelic poet John Roy Stuart who fought in the battle on the Jacobite side.
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Anonymous (18th/19th
Century)
Wha will ride
wi’ gallant Murray
Wha will ride
for Geordie’s sel’
He’s the pride
o’ Glen Isla
And the
darling o’ Dunkeld’
See the white
rose in his bonnet
See his banner
o’er the Tay
His guid sword
he now has drawn it
And has flung
his sheath away.
(The Gallant
Murray)
Flagnote:
From a
song about the byous Lord George Murray, the outstanding
Jacobite commander, which was published in Hogg’s Jacobite Relics. Lord
George Murray (1694-1760), son of John Murray, 1st Duke of
Atholl. Was out in both the 15 and 19 Jacobite Ridings and after a few
years fighting abroad he was pardoned and returned to Scotland in the
late 1720s. In spite of many reservations he joined Prince Charles
Edward Stewart in Perth during the 45 Rising. His relationship with the
Prince was always fragile, In spite of the comment by Fitzroy Maclean
that Lord George was “the military genius of the 45”, the Prince
listened to others!. He proved his military skill at Prestonpans, the
retreat from Derby and Clifton, and the last major Jacobite victory at
Falkirk, Murray didn’t want to fight at Culloden, but the right wing, under
his command, was the only section to leave the field in reasonably good
order and he proceeded to Ruthven. On receiving the order to disband he went
to France and died in exile in 1760.
Robert Burns
(1759-1796)
The lovely
lass o’ Inverness,
Nae joy nor
pleasure can she see;
For e’en and
morn she cries, alas!
And ay the
saut tear blin’s her e’e.
Drumossie moor
– Drumossie day-
A waefu’
day it was to me!
For there I
lost my father dear,
My father
dear, and brethren three.
(The Lovely
Lass of Inverness)
Gordon Menzies
A cold wind
blows and nothing grows
The heather
sways bluid red.
The Stuart
Prince tae France has flown
And a’ his
lads are dead, dead
And a’ his
lads are dead.
(Culloden)
Caroline
Oliphant, Lady Nairne (Mrs Bogan of Bogan) (1766-1845)
Then here’s a
health to Charlie’s cause,
An’ be it
complete an’ early;
His very name
and heart’s blood warms
To arms for
Royal Charlie.
(Wha’ll Be
King But Charlie?)
Flagnote:
Caroline Oliphant, Lady Nairne, came from the fervent Jacobite family of
Gask in Perthshire, Bonnie Prince Charlie visited the family during the
Forty-Five.
John Roy
Stuart, Iain Ruadh Stiubhart (1700-1752)
Mo chreach,
armailt nam breacan
Bhith air
sgaoileadh ‘s air sgapadh ‘s gach àit,
Aig
fìor-bhalgairean Shasuinn
Nach do
ghnathaich bonn ceartais ‘nan dàil;
Ged a
bhuannaich iad baiteal
Cha b’ ann
d’an cruadal no ‘n tapadh a bhà,
Ach gaoth
aniar agus frasan
Thighinn a
nios oirnn bhàrr machair nan Gall.
(Woe is me for
the plaided troops scattered and routed everywhere at the hands of these
foxes of England who observed no fairness at all in the conflict; though
they won the battle, it was not from courage or the skill of them but the
westward wind and the rain coming down on us from the flat lands of the
lowlanders.)
(Latha
Chul-Lodair. Culloden Day)
Flagnote: A
celebrated Gaelic poet Colonel John Roy Stuart was born at Knock of
Kincardine in Badenoch in 1700 and served in both the British and French
armies before offering his service to Charles Edward Stewart. After the
Battle of Prestonpans he was ordered to raise a regiment in Edinburgh.
Recruitment was not easy and to make up the numbers Lord George Murray
transferred 50 Strathban men from the Atholl Brigade to the Edinburgh
Regiment. The 200 strong regiment fought in the front line at Culloden and
afterwards marched with their Colonel to the rendezvous at Ruthven He was
sent to France with news of the Jacobite defeat by Prince Charles.
See
Scottish Quotations in our Features Section
THE BLUE
TOON SONG BOOK

A selection of popular Scottish songs compiled by Anne Fowler and
published by Peterhead branch of the Scottish National Party in
September 2000.
A MAN’S A MAN
Robert Burns
Is there for honest poverty
That hings his head, and a' that?
The coward-slave, we pass him by,
We daur be poor for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Our toils obscure, and a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The Man's the gowd for a' that!
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, and a' that;
Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine,
A Man's a Man for a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, and a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that!
Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, and stares, and a' that,
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
His ribband, star and a' that;
The man of independent mind
He looks and laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke and a' that;
But an honest man's abune his might
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Their dignities, and a' that;
The pith o' sense and pride o' worth
Are higher rank than a' that!
Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a' that
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree, and a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
It's comin yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that!
Flagnote: One
of the most famous songs written by our National Bard. He composed this song
of international brotherhood in January 1795.
See the
THE BLUE TOON SONG BOOK in our
Features section
SCOTTISH FOOD, TRADITIONS
AND CUSTOMS
Scotland’s
foremost problem over the centuries has always been how to deal with a
larger, stronger and wealthier neighbour. A neighbour who, for obvious
reasons, was keen to secure her northern border. In the wake of the
declining so-called incorporating Union of 1707, the relationship between
Scotland and England is still top of the political agenda and a lasting
solution has still to be found. Devolution is no more than a staging-post in
finding that solution. For the Scottish Parliament to have less power than
the Manx Tynwald is an insult to the nation of Scotland and the only logical
conclusion is Scottish and English ( and Welsh) Independence. As Alex
Salmond, Leader of the Scottish National Party, well put the matter:
“After
[Scottish] independence England will still be our biggest pal, our biggest
friend, our biggest trading partner and people north and south of the border
find that a very attractive proposition.” (9 April 2007)
Alex Salmond
spoke for us all, as a relationship of equals threatens neither partner. It
would help both Scots and English to rediscover their own cultural roots and
distinctive identity. It is only to the benefit of Scottish Nationalism that
the English rediscover their own identity. Increased use of symbols of
nationality by the English such as the St George’s Cross is to be welcomed.
During recent international football competitions England has been awash
with red and white flags. Moves are afoot to make St George’s Day (23 April)
a public holiday – in English terms a bank Holiday and an increasing number
of events are being held, the length and breadth of England, to mark this
important date. Google in St George’s Day 2007 and you will find a host of
events being organised from bodies as diverse as English Heritage and the
Boy Scouts. A golden opportunity to celebrate and enjoy English traditions
such as real ale and Morris dancing. Appropriately St George’s Day is also
the birth and death date of England’s National Bard – the incomparable
William Shakespeare, so what better day to celebrate all that is best in
England. Like St Andrew’s Day, St George’s should be a public holiday.

This week’s
recipe features a dish which is also very popular in Scotland, but is seem
internationally as being essentially English – Roast Beef and Yorkshire
Pudding. We can all join in celebrating England’s National Day and raising a
glass to the day when England is independent again.
Roast Beef and
Yorkshire Pudding
Ingredients:
Fore
rib beef (about 4 kgs/9 lbs), French trimmed, boned and rolled; olive oil;
salt; freshly cracked black pepper
For the Yorkshire pudding
3 eggs; 115g/4oz flour; 275ml/½ pint milk; beef dripping; salt
Method:
Preheat the oven to its highest setting. Rub the beef with the olive
oil, salt and pepper all over. Put a heavy-based roasting tray on the hob
and when hot, add the beef. Sear the beef quickly on all sides to
colour and crisp the outside. Transfer the beef immediately to the
oven and leave the oven on its highest setting (about 240C/460F/Gas 8) for
20 minutes. Reduce the heat to 190C/375F/Gas 5 and roast for half an
hour per kilo for rare, adding another ten minutes per kilo for medium rare,
20 minutes per kilo for medium, and 30 minutes per kilo for well done.
Remove from the oven and place on a board or tray for resting. Loosely
cover with foil and rest the meat for a minimum of 40 minutes before
carving, letting the precious juices that have bubbled up to the surface
seep back into the flesh. Also, as the meat relaxes it becomes easier to
carve.
For the Yorkshire pudding, mix together the eggs, flour and a pinch of salt.
Add the milk, stirring constantly, until you have a runny batter.
Leave this to rest, covered, in the refrigerator for up to 12 hours.
Place 1cm/½in of beef dripping in the bottom of each pudding mould, or if
you are using a rectangular roasting tray, place 1cm/½in of beef dripping
across the bottom. Heat the dripping in the oven (at 240C/460F/Gas 8)
for about ten minutes, until it is piping hot. Remove the roasting
tray from the oven, pour in the batter, and immediately return to the oven.
Bake for 25 minutes, until golden brown and crispy, making sure not to open
the oven door for the first 20 minutes. Serve immediately with the
carved roast beef.
A KIST O
FERLIES
A Keek at the Guid Scots
Tung

By Peter & Marilyn Wright
(Note: All words underlined in
this section are RealAudio links)
In Aprile at the hicht of noon,
whan leean hauf-licht there was nane,
nae
flichtie ferlie was to blame
for yon queer sicht: an aik in blume.
COMPLETE POEM
Cuddle
Doon
by Alexander Anderson

Click here to listen to this in Real Audio
read by Marilyn P Wright
(Alexander Anderson of Kirkconnel, who wrote as "Surfaceman",
rose from the ranks as a railway worker to become Librarian of Edinburgh University.)
The Bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi muckle faught an' din;
"Oh try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
Your faither's comin' in."
They never heed a word I speak;
I try to gie a froon,
But aye I hap them up an' cry,
"Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon."
Wee Jamie wi' the curly heid-
He aye sleeps next the wa',
Bangs up an' cries, "I wan a piece"-
The rascal starts them a'.
I rin an' fetch them pieces, drinks,
They stop awee the soun',
Then draw the blankets up an' cry,
"Noo, weanies, cuddle doon."
But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab
Cries oot, frae 'neath the claes,
"Mither, mak' Tam gie owre at ance,
He's kittlin' wi' his taes."
The mischief's in that Tam for tricks,
He'd bather half the toon;
But aye I hap them up an' cry,
"Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon."
At length they hear their faither's fit,
An' as he steeks the door,
They turn their faces to the wa',
While Tam pretends to snore.
"Hae a' the weans been gude?" he asks,
As he pits aff his shoon;
"The bairnies, John, are in their beds,
An' lang since cuddled doon."
An' just afore we bed oorsel's,
We look at oor wee lambs,
Tam has his airm roon' wee Rab's neck,
An' Rab his airm roon' Tam's.
I lift wee Jamie up the bed,
An' as I straik each croon,
I whisper, till my hert fills up,
"Oh, Bairnies, cuddle doon."
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi' mirth that's dear to me;
But soon the big warl's cark an' care
Will quaten doon their glee.
Yet, come what will to ilka ane,
May He who rules aboon
Aye whisper, though their pows be bald,
"Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon."