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Post by westender on Dec 30, 2010 0:08:43 GMT -1
Ocht jaysus and tae hell with it. I seem to have forgotten in time, to acknowledge and to bless the dear name of wir dear brither poet. "...the most famous is probably "The Tay Bridge Disaster", which recounts the events of the evening of 28 December 1879, when, during a severe gale, the Tay Rail Bridge near Dundee collapsed as a train was passing over it. Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember'd for a very long time. A lesser poet would have thought of conveying the shock of the people of Dundee. But only the true master could come up with a couplet like: And the cry rang out all round the town, Good heavens! The Tay Bridge has blown down. McGonagall had previously written a poem in praise of the Tay Bridge: "The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay"...."With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array". Once the new replacement bridge had been built, without the least feeling of irony, he proceeded to compose an ode to the new construction: "An Address to the New Tay Bridge" "Strong enough all windy storms to defy". Wir poor dear dear brither poet, and all his noble penmanship O lack a day.
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Post by notanimby on Dec 30, 2010 7:22:40 GMT -1
Ra Tay, Ra Tay, Ra silvery Tay Ra sweetest river on earth, It goes past the shipyerds every day And up in doon tae Perth
It is a very rich river For which we must give thanks It's never ever short ov a bed And always in touch with ra banks
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Post by Sir Henry Rawlinson on Dec 30, 2010 10:39:06 GMT -1
All pomes are utterly wet and weedy. I discard them .
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Post by notanimby on Dec 30, 2010 11:34:54 GMT -1
All pomes are utterly wet and weedy. I discard them . The aussies say the same thing....................................
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Post by westender on Dec 30, 2010 17:59:09 GMT -1
All pomes are utterly wet and weedy. I discard them . ;D Naw ye don't!
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Post by ozneil on Dec 30, 2010 20:09:17 GMT -1
All pomes are utterly wet and weedy. I discard them . Well they beat us at Cricket
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Post by celyn on Dec 30, 2010 23:38:32 GMT -1
... Wir poor dear dear brither poet, and all his noble penmanship O lack a day. I used to have a friend who hadn't realised that McGonagall was real. He said he just assumed he was an invention of Spike Milligan. But then we bought a wee book of all his great works, and we were all laughing so much we were quite late in going to the pub. Poor bloke - a legend in his own mind. And the people all threw peas at him, if I remember rightly. ( NOT remember WMcG, I mean remember the preface to the wee book of poetic gems.
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Post by westender on Dec 31, 2010 12:03:33 GMT -1
... Wir poor dear dear brither poet, and all his noble penmanship O lack a day. I used to have a friend who hadn't realised that McGonagall was real. He said he just assumed he was an invention of Spike Milligan. But then we bought a wee book of all his great works, and we were all laughing so much we were quite late in going to the pub. Poor bloke - a legend in his own mind. And the people all threw peas at him, if I remember rightly. ( NOT remember WMcG, I mean remember the preface to the wee book of poetic gems. ;D Acht, god sure loves a trier! I've been perusin my volume this morning...o my eyes
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