Reactionary
Hearing the sound of distant bagpipes
Thrills my soul of souls
Tingles flow around my head
My neck feels cold exposed
The call awakes attention gone
Sa lang sa lang ago
A foggy mist of temper lairs
Ancestral juices flow
Don’t mess wi me
I’m still sa free as e’er can be
This life t’be enjoyed the more
This far in flow from Innisfree
And cold Culloden moor
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