‘When will I anchor here again?’
The sailor’s heart then cried.
He asked it of the wind and wave,
but ‘shh’, the sea replied.
The horizon called and still he stalled,
looking long from the landward side.
He wanted to shout his farewell out,
but ‘shh’, the sea replied.
The mist began to veil the hills
where he left his weeping bride.
Would she hear his wretched sad goodbye?
But ‘shh’, the sea replied.
The captain’s call and the bosun’s pipe
could not now be denied -
so he whispered prayer to return back there,
but ‘shh’, the sea replied.
And for all the moons and different stars
and a thousand change of tide,
he raged to be away from home,
but ‘shh’, the sea replied.
The storms blew and the cannons roared
and somehow our sailor died.
His bonnie over the ocean wept
and ‘shh’, the sea replied.
“Let’s be naughty and save Santa the trip.”
Gary Allen
I could be a good girl but that’s no fun
I’ll be Bonnie to your Clyde minus the gun
We’re going on a ride with the top down
The convertible or my shirt, with no frown
I’ll eat fudge and worry not about weight
Enjoying you too as much as cheese cake
It’s too cold to skinny dip in the lake
But we can enjoy the jacuzzi and celebrate
Maybe I will even break fashion rules
No panties no bra with costume jewels
And you will wear dark shades so cool
We will sing loudly to music like fools
We may not break the law per say
But we will bum rush the parade
Dancing and prancing on the stage
Enjoying the shock on Santa’s face
She is, a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell & Roberts
Heather is her name
Of Crimson royal blue
On the cliffs of Mull of Kintyre
In the midst of the sea
She sings a song , a song of a storm a storm , a shanty
Deep on the green cliffs , the Mull of Kintyre
She sings a song , a song of storm , the heavens on fire
Her love burns amongst the ferns the fire within her heart , a passion to protect her loved ones with hope for her brave heart
She flys high up towards the blue skies above the mountains that part,
She is a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell and Roberts
My Bonnie lass is sixteen now
Her birthday is today.
And for a husky that is old
I’ve heard our young vet say.
My dear old dog, we love her so
And glad that she’s still here.
Her routine every day is set
She’s trained us well each year.
A pup who loved to go for walks
I’d let her off the lead.
She’d run about, and proved to be
An independent breed.
We’ve watched her grow, she has great style
A husky through and through.
She loves to have our company
We spoil her, that is true.
A better friend could never have
Such joy to us she brings.
Although she’s old, still has her life
That pulls on our heart’s strings.
The years have flown, her time is near
No longer can she play.
But now she’s turned sweet sixteen,
“Bonnie Happy Birthday”.
I must awa and sorrowful be,
I must awa and take leave of thee.
My bonnie wee lass who holds me so near,
I'll soon return to ye, my Bonnie, my dear.
I must awa to Culloden to be sure,
to battle the sassenach or we'll be nay more.
I must awa with musket and bow,
I must awa, awa from me home.
Oh aye, I do ken what awaits me there.
Oh aye, I do ken I'll miss ye rua hair.
With tartan and plaid they'll ken the Mackree
I must awa, mo rún, to fight for thee.
~ In the voice of: Angus Michael James Mackree
The battle of Culloden, 16th April 1746
the 1934 model 40 B Fordor deluxe sedan idled outside the gas station
Inside was Clyde Barrow, who was robbing the place
His moll, Bonnie Parker, sat inside the car, holding a shotgun
these notorious robbers were deemed “Robin hood figures”
This was the Great Depression; their crime spree teased imaginations
Stories and rumors followed them from Texas to Missouri
They took their gangster car to Oklahoma and New Mexico
Robbing gas stations, and small town banks
People liked watching them shoot things up and act wild
They were famous for their daring and their pizzazz
Bonnie was only twenty four when she died
Clyde was twenty-five, but they are remembered
and weirdly revered, even though they were gangsters
who terrorized people and small town bankers
they outsmarted the police for twenty-one months
their crime spree was a subject of books and a movie
which has continued their legacy; making them forever famous.
In yonder glen where thistles bloom,
'Midst heathered hills and meadows groom.
A lark ascends with lilting cheer,
Its song a ballad sweet and clear.
The haggis grazes on the brae,
As daylight wanes at close of day.
Auld tales of kin and bonnie lore,
Whispered by the river's shore.
By yon bonnie banks, auld and grand,
Lovers stroll, hand in hand.
Beneath the moon's enchanting light,
They dance to tunes of Highland night.
Oh, gentle winds, oh, rugged glade,
Where Burns himself might find a shade.
With every verse, a heartfelt plea,
For love, for land, for liberty.
Oh formous bonnie bluebird
I love you more each day
I dream of us together
And want to steal away
To private, hidden, quiet coves
Where we can spend the time
Getting to know each other more
And living out these rhymes
Oh sweetheart bonnie bluebird
To you on bended knee
Will take your wing into my hand
And on it place a ring
Beneath a trellis of roses
While vanilla clouds float by
With an amethyst hued sunset
Under a ruby twilight sky
Oh precious bonnie bluebird
We don't know what's in store
But I'll be in your shadow
I'll wait 'cause I want more
And yes, I'll wait for you my love
For as long as I'm alive
And hope someday you'll fly to me
Before I'm 1-0-5
Bonnie and Clyde,
Pick a side,
Well, I know a better Bonnie, my friend,
Shes like a whole another trend,
Quiet as a mouse,
But evil as a haunted house,
Not really but her humors good,
Tough as wood,
But as soft as a marshmallow,
I have never heard her bellow,
I would just like to say, she's amazing,
And so, Kind,
She often forgets things.
So, she's not the one to remind,
But overall, she's the best,
And will pass any test.
when I would have lied
was about Bonnie and Clyde
took us for a ride.
Once upon a midnight dream
in the lush Andes scene.
Bonnie Yama jewel thief
went after Emerald green
She planned a master scheme
Her need to get away unseen
Stick with her routine
grab those gems, jet stream
Slip through Custom's screen
Go back to New Orleans
Switch cash and the Glean
which she had foreseen
Bonnie Yama jewel thief
got away on New Year's Eve
Young Bonnie and Bud,
were Lover's on the Run,
There was no safe haven,
Once they'd Begun.
Well, Bonnie and Bud,
Robbed Bank's with Hot guns.
For twenty-One Months,
They fled on the Run.
He did it for money,
She wanted Fame.
There was no Escape,
For the Barrows Gang.
They took Thirteen Life's
And that was the Sum.
They knew the outcome
Pursued by lawmen with Guns.
The Twenty Third of May,
Was their Date with Fate.
Six Lawmen with Guns,
Flung One Hundred plus Slugs,
And the was the last,
For Bonnie and Clyde.
She was Twenty-three,
And He was Twenty-five.
Bouncy bountiful blustery buxom Babs
Brought Bossy Bonnie beautiful blueberries
Bonnie baked Babs’ brother blueberry bisque
Bashful Barry bet Babs that Bossy Bonnie believed
Barry could become her beleaguered boyfriend
Babs bellowed beautifully, because she believed it too.
Bonnie Parker was obsessed with fame.
She finally got it in the end, when her body was shown to the public.
Riddled with bullets.
I doubt that is what she was hoping for.
Clyde Barrow had kept them out of trouble for years
Thanks to his keen sixth sense, of where to go, and when to go.
His body was right there alongside the love of his life.
I imagine he had no idea his body would be displayed like that.
They were public enemies one and two for a while.
Their crime scenes were stair steps to each other.
Increasingly dangerous robberies occurred, as their confidence grew.
The public was totally infatuated with the robber lovers.
Perhaps this is why the G-men displayed their bodies for all to see.
Hoping to dissuade the next potential Bonnie and Clyde.
To this day there are books and movies written about them.
The public has a pathological fascination for this kind of thing.
No idea why.
The crime
doesn't pay off
mostly...
But love
not discerns
enough,
instead
loves exceeding... !
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