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A Star Shines In Alba
A Star Shines in Alba’s Sky Star shines above a frosty mountain where sheep in summer grazed, Bright shining ones gathered in vast numbers to praise, Snow fell to cover the granite rock and where heroes lay in the ground. Murdered by those they gave a place round the fire hearth, Raised a glass in toast to their health warming hearts and stomachs both, In the dark of night up they arose creeping to lift their muskets long, Ready tae betray hospitality freely given an murder those innocent souls. In daurk winter nicht fled tae the hills towards the shepherd o the glen, Rifles spat fire like lightning flash in a storm, Swords flashed briefly under moonlichts bricht gaze. Afore hiding behind passing clouds misty haze. Oot oan the hills shivering in nichts cauld, Dying amongst heathers embrace under a moons gaze, Forgotten they lie brave warriors true an bold. Stars shine down in a highland glen, Oan Albas finest forsaken people all for a pittance, What a price tae pay for being a little late. Andrew McIntyre..28/12/2020.
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