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Issue 405 - 7th March 2008] |
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DATES IN
HISTORY
7 March 2007
A strike by rail signal operators caused travel chaos in Scotland. The
48-hour strike was over changes to their working week.
8
March 1702
The last Stewart ruler, Queen Anne, acceded to the throne on the death of
King William III in a riding accident. His horse had stumbled on a molehill
and Jacobites toasted ‘The wee gentleman in the velvet jacket’.
8 March 2002
Death of Dr Hamish Henderson, folklorist, soldier, poet and songwriter, in
Edinburgh. A pioneer of the Scottish Folk Revival, he did sterling work for
the School of Scottish Studies.
8 March 2007
A 48-hour strike by rail signal operators continued with no trains north of
Stirling. Commuters in Edinburgh found even more delays after a crane gouged
a three metre hole in a No 12 bus on Princes Street, injuring three people,
and causing a massive traffic jam.
9 March 1828
An English gang made off with £28,350 after holding up the Glasgow branch of
the Greenock Bank.
9
March 2007
Rail signal staff returned to work bringing an end to their 48-hour strike
over changes to their working week. Further negotiations removed the threat
of a possible 4-day follow-up strike.
11 March 1908
Death of fiddler Peter Milne, ‘The Tarland Ministrel’, in Aberdeen’s Old
Mill Poorhouse. Although he only wrote around some thirty works he composed
some of the finest pieces of Scottish fiddle music.
13 March 1886
A new railway at Killin, Perthshire, was declared open. Branching off the
Callander and Oban railway at Ardchyle, it ran for five-and-a-half miles and
cost £30,000.
13 March 2006
Death of Jimmy ‘Jinky’ Johnstone, Celtic and Scotland footballer, at
Uddingstone. A hero of the famous Celtic ‘Lisbon Lions’ team which won the
European Cup in 1967 he was voted the Greatest Ever Celt by the club’s
supporters in 2002. Capped 23 times for Scotland he was regarded as one of
the greatest ever Scottish players.
See Dates in History in our
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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This week is the 6th anniversary of the great Scottish
folklorist, poet and songwriter Dr Hamish Henderson. He was probably
the greatest force behind the Scottish folk Revival and in tribute
to him this week’s quotations are all from Scottish song from Robert
Burns to the present day.
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Robert Burns
(1759-1796
We hae
tales to tell,
And we hae sangs to sing;
We hae pennies to spend
And we hae pints to bring.
(Hey, Ca’ Thro’ 1787)
Dr James
(Hamish) Scott Henderson (1919-2002)
Then up
spoke the men of Knoydart
“You have no earthly right
For this is the land of Scotland,
And not the Isle of Wight.
When Scotland’s proud Fianna,
With ten thousand lads is manned,
We will show the world that Highlanders
Have a right to Scottish Land.”
(The Ballad of the Men of
Knoydart 1948)
Adam
McNaughton
Oh, where
is the Glasgow that I used to know,
Big Willie, wee Shooey. The Steamie, the Co.,
The shilpet wee bauchle, the glaiket big dreep,
The ba’ on the slates, an’ yer gas in a peep?
If ye scrape the veneer aff, are these things still there?
(Where is the
Glasgow?)
Gordon Menzies
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling,
Across the Great glen to the coast of Argyll.
The Lowlands, The Highlands, The Borders, The Islands,
I’ll drink to the back of Schiehallion.
(Schiehallion)
John
Watt
She’s just
a Kelty clippie, she’ll no tak’ nae advice
It’s, Ach drap deid or Ah’ll bile yer heid or Ah’ll punch yer ticket
twice
Her faither’s jist a waster, her mither’s oan the game
She’s just a Kelty clippie but I love her just the same.
(The Kelty Clippie)
See
Scottish Quotations in our Features Section
S ONGS
OF ROBERT BURNS

A collection of some of the best known songs by Scotland's greatest
songwriter and National Bard, Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
O,
RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE
O, rattlin', roarin' Willie,
O, he held to the fair,
An' for to sell his fiddle
An' buy some other ware;
But parting wi' his fiddle,
The saut tear blin't his e'e,
And, rattlin', roarin' Willie,
Ye're welcome hame to me.
"O, Willie, come sell your fiddle,
O, sell your fiddle sae fine;
O Willie, come sell your fiddle
And
buy a pint o' wine!"
"If I should sell my fiddle,
The warl' would think I was mad;
For many a rantin' day
My fiddle and I hae had.
As I cam by Crochallan,
I cannily keekit ben,
Rattlin', roarin' Willie
Was sitting at yon boord-en';
Sitting
at yon boord-en'
And amang guid companie;
Rattlin', roarin' Willie,
Ye're welcome hame to me.
Flagnote: Robert Burns added a third verse
to this traditional song as a compliment to William Dunbar,
"one of the worthiest fellows in the world". William Dunbar
was presiding officer, "Colonel" of the Crochallan Fencibles,
an Edinburgh club of wits of which Burns was a leading member.
See the SONGS OF ROBERT
BURNS in our features section
SING
A SANG AT LEAST (compiled by Peter D Wright)
"That I for poor auld
Scotland's sake Some useful plan or book could make Or sing a sang at least ........"
- Robert Burns
PITTENWEEM JO
John Watt
I'm goin' wi' a lassie fae
Pittenweem,
She's every fisher laddie's dream.
She guts the herrin' doon by the quay,
And saves her kisses just for me.
Well, last July it come tae pass
I met this bonnie fisher lass,
Wi' her e'en sae blue, and black was her hair.
I met her doon by the village fair.
Oh, Pittenweem, Pittenweem,
She's every fisher laddie's dream.
She guts the herrin' doon by the quay,
And saves her kisses just for me.
So I says tae her, "Can I see ye
hame?"
She says, "Och fine, but I ken yer game.
But ne'er the less, ye're awfy kind.
In fact, a widnae really mind."
So I took her hame that Saterday
nicht.
The moon was shinin' oh sae bricht.
And as we sat there on the grass,
I said, "Hey, Jo, will ye be ma lass?"
Well, she's ma lass noo, and weel
I ken
She disnae gang wi' other men:
'Cause I was fast but they were slow,
And that's how I won my Pittenweem Jo.
Footnote:
The harbour at Pittenweem was first recorded as a port in 1228 and the
heyday of the fishing industry in the burgh was during the latter half
of the 19th century and early last century. John Watt’s
beautiful love song, a modern song with a traditional ring, harks back
to the golden age of Pittenweem Harbour. A doyen of the folk movement in
Fife, John now lives in ‘exile’ in the bonnie toun o Milnathort,
and will
be among the folk singers appearing at this week’s Milnathort Crackin’
Ceilidh Weekend which starts tonight (more details below in Scottish
Food).
See the
SING A SANG AT LEAST in our
features section
SCOTTISH FOOD, TRADITIONS
AND CUSTOMS

This week sees the anniversary of the deaths of two Scots who did much to
enrich our treasure of traditional music and song. The Tarland-born fiddler
Peter Milne, known as ‘The Tarland Fiddler’, died 100 years ago and although
only some thirty of his compositions for the fiddle survive, they are of an
extremely high standard and an important part of Scotland’s rich fiddle
heritage. The Blairgowrie-born folklorist Dr Hamish Henderson died six years
ago and was the man mainly responsible for the Scottish Folk Revival of the
1950s and 60s. He did invaluable work for the School of Scottish Studies,
including the discovery of great traditional singers from the Travelling
People such as Jeannie Robertson and Belle Stewart. In the 1960s, throughout
Scotland, you could just about visit a different folk club every night and
the expansion of folk clubs and the interest in our rich heritage of music
and song marched hand in hand with the emergence of the modern Scottish
National Party.
Tonight
(Friday 7 March 2008) sees a reminder of those days as the 18th
Milnathort Crackin’ Ceilidh Weekend gets underway. Milnathort is fortunate
on being able to call on local folk artistes who all played a major part on
the folk revival – Gaberlunzie, John Watt, Tich Frier, Wildfire, Colin
Ramage and Neil Paterson, as well as calling upon the very best of visiting
talent. Milnathort is a crackin do in every sense and includes The Orwell
Gird championship and Bairn’s street games on Saturday in the Milnathort
Primary School playground at 12 noon. The Saturday night concert in the
Thistle Hotel at 9pm featuring top Scottish folk duo Gaberlunzie (Gordon
Menzies and Robin Watson) will in particular recall many happy memories for
old folkies of a certain generation! Youth is also well catered for at
Milnathort, and the Youth Concert on Sunday (2pm) in the Thistle Hotel
showcases the up-and-coming talent on whose shoulders the carrying on of the
tradition depends.
Folk Nights
and a wee refreshment go hand in hand and this week’s recipe – Meat Ball
Casseroles – contains a drappie yill and is guaranteed to warm you up during
these cold March days.
Meat Ball
Casserole
Ingredients:
1
lb/450 g beef, minced; ½ lb/225 g sausage meat; 1 egg; 1 teaspoon salt; ½
teaspoon pepper; 1 medium onion, finely chopped; 3 tablespoons oil; 1 oz/15
g flour; 1 pint/600 ml brown ale (Newcastle Brown or Scotch Ale); 4
tablespoons tomato paste; small tin tomatoes; 1 dozen sliced stuff green
olives
Method:
In a bowl
mix together the beef, sausage meat, egg, salt, pepper and onion. Shape into
small balls. Heat the oil in saucepan and brown the meat balls. Remove and
put in a warm oven. Leave a little oil in the saucepan and stir in the flour
into it over a low heat. Add the beer gradually, stirring the whole time.
When it boils stir in the tomato paste and the tomatoes. Then add the meat
balls. Cook for about 15 minutes. Season to taste and add the olives. Serve
with rice or noodles.
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)
Quhen Alessandre oure King wes deid
That Scotland lede in luf and le'
Awa wes sonse of aill and breid,
Off wyne and walx, of gamyn and gle;
Oure gold wes chngeit into leid,
The frute wes falyeit fra everie tree'
Christ, born into virgynyte'
Succour Scotland and remeid,
That stad is in perplexitie !
COMPLETE POEM
Wee Freenly Doug
by W D Cocker

Click here to
listen to this in RealAudio read by Marilyn P Wright
Wee freenly doug that rins aroon,
What cantrip's this? Get doon! Get doon!
I'm no yer maister. Hoots! gang hame!
I dinna ken ye, what's yer name?
I like the way ye cock yer lug,
Wee freenly doug.
I've clapped yer heid, noo rin awa',
What's that? Ye want to gie a paw!
Ay, dougs an' men, ma canine brither,
Are kind o' sib to ane anither,
Noo dinna bark, ye'll fricht that speug,
Ye randy doug.
Keep aff ma knees, ye daft wee loon,
Ye'll fyle ma claes! Keep doon! keep doon!
Buscuits? I've nane. I un'erstaun';
Ye only want to lick ma haun.
There, lick awa', I'm no' a fyke,
Wee freenly tyke.
Ye'll wag yer tail aff wi' guid-natur',
Puir thing, ye're no' a bad wee cratur',
Did ye jalouse ma he'rt was wae,
An' did ye mean to mak' me gay?
Ay! glower at me, an' cock yer lug,
Wee freenly doug!
See Scots Language in
our Features Section for other poems, stories, songs, sayings, jokes and words in the Scots language
SCOT WIT

Enjoy a Scottish Joke every week and
listen to it as well
A Question of Damages
After much persuasion Donald had been induced to
make his first railway journey to Edinburgh. As the train neared its
destination a serious collision occurred and ultimately poor Donald found
himself lying among a mass of wreckage.
With great difficulty he was finally rescued by
a brother Scot, who, in an attempt to reassure the victim, reminded him that
there would, of course, be the question of damages.
"Damages !" returned the aggrieved Donald.
"Damages ? It wisna me that cowpit yir train !"
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