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Youngest grandson's 11th birthday today. After a segway session at a local centre then going to see his local team (Dundee FC) getting beaten, he got to choose where we went for tea. Must say MacDonalds would not have been my first choice for a Sunday evening but he loved it. Back to auld claes and parrich tomorrow.
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Has to be done sometimes, it's their day.
Love that term the first time I heard it.
Parritch and Auld Claes
From Douglas to Ardrossan light
The churning screw repeats the tune;
From London in the deeps of night
The engine sings it to the moon;
The paddle beating from Dunoon
In every ear the music plays -
The requiem of honeymoon,
"Parritch and auld claes."
The mist obscures them from our sight;
The mist may never rise again;
But who would live for mere delight?
We are not butterflies, but men.
With hand and brain, with spade and pen
The monument of toil we raise;
A draught of summer wine - and then
"Parritch and auld claes."
Farewell to stream and shore and height,
The flowery glen, the ferny fall;
The moonlit waters, silver white,
The sand’s al fresco concert hall;
We hear afar a sterner call
And bravely with the stoic phrase
We epitaph them one and all -
"Parritch and auld claes."
Love that term the first time I heard it.
Parritch and Auld Claes
From Douglas to Ardrossan light
The churning screw repeats the tune;
From London in the deeps of night
The engine sings it to the moon;
The paddle beating from Dunoon
In every ear the music plays -
The requiem of honeymoon,
"Parritch and auld claes."
The mist obscures them from our sight;
The mist may never rise again;
But who would live for mere delight?
We are not butterflies, but men.
With hand and brain, with spade and pen
The monument of toil we raise;
A draught of summer wine - and then
"Parritch and auld claes."
Farewell to stream and shore and height,
The flowery glen, the ferny fall;
The moonlit waters, silver white,
The sand’s al fresco concert hall;
We hear afar a sterner call
And bravely with the stoic phrase
We epitaph them one and all -
"Parritch and auld claes."
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