I don’t want to cause any sort of furore here, I don’t want to upset or annoy anyone, but here is a sonnet about Scotland by George Hay Drummond. I love Scotland, I have visited it several times and almost moved there – would have moved there except we could not sell the house we lived in…
I can’t find anything at all about George Hay Drummond… but here is his sonnet:
The Hills of Scotia
Ye hills of Scotia, by whose winding sides
The brawling stream of Esk so swiftly flows
On whose wild banks a varied forest grows
And the birch vibrates as the current glides,
While over your crags the rack incessant glides,
Athwart the steeps a moving mantle throws,
Or like that pillar vast, majestic goes
Which marshalled Israel through Egyptian tides:
O take me to your calm retreats again!
Even in such scenes, amid your gloom, I find
A ray of pensive hope to cheer my mind,
That heavenly mercies brighter hours ordain:
For see, though storms blacken the vale below,
The auspicious bow on high in rich prismatic glow.
Lois Elsden 
This a wonderful sonnet, I am not familiar with George Hay Drummond, but I do love this piece. Thank you for the introduction Lois.
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You’re welcome, Dom!
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It seems that the hardest people to defeat are the ones with the closest affinity to the land. There heart and soul is with the land. They are one with the land. That’s why Hadrians wall. You can’t beat them or join them so build a wall and say to hell with them.
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So true, och the noo!
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Translate please!
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Comic Scotsmen are always saying ‘och aye, the noo’ in comedy sketches – I’ve known lots of Scots people and never heard a single one say it It apparently means ‘oh yes, just now’… meaningless really!
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