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Premium Member Còig Peathraichean Chinn Tàile

There is a place in Scotland
Where a historic family reside
They stand proud in their surroundings
In the Scottish countryside

If you desire to view them
To the Northwest Highlands you must go
For at this time of year
They are capped with virgin snow

So head towards Glen Shiel
For they lie, between two Scottish Lochs
Cluanie and Duich
Where many tourists flock

Mountaineers and hill walkers
Grace, as they prevail
The family that i talk off
The Five Sisters of Kintail




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Memoirs of a Cabin

Once I was so full of life, 
   Teeming with children, struggle and strife
Every day, 
  Mother got up and made Papa some coffee,
Made herself some tea.
       Then she would gently shake the little ones awake, 
Making sure that they could get to school on time,
       And for themselves a future make.
Then the times changed,
   The family, they got a car
The children all moved away and the parents
  With them.
I hoped that someone would come back, 
     Someone to fill me again with life,
But now I sit here, lonely
       Thinking of the olden days, 
Slowly, so slowly eroding away.

I awake in the morning and discover,
    A tree has fallen next to me.
This pavement thing is on my right, 
     With horseless carriages speeding by.
I'm just an old cabin now,
    Remembering the good old days.
Before I fell into myself and started to waste away.

   They say that houses are made of other things now, 
Plaster and metal and tin on the roofs.
  None were made as good as I was,
Wood and mud to chink up the walls.
  My windows were glass, and sometimes plastic
My floor was the earth itself
   Life was much better
And in the bad weather 
   The family would take the cocoa off of the shelf 
And talk of the day when they would get a new house, 
  One made of plaster and metal and tin on the roof,
Then they wouldn't have rain coming down on thier heads
  And rain spots soaking into thier beds.
But I enjoyed them.
   Now the family is gone, never to return

And so, in this great wilderness the cabin falls,
  Never to be missed.
The cowardly taste death many times, but I, as a valiant man, taste it but once.

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