Falkirk Poems - Poems about Falkirk

... In the dark of the night, when all are sleeping, out of sight, the Oggles come out to play. For they love to flirt, in the rubbish and the dirt, a curious courtial display. ......Read the rest...

...The Spirits of Culloden. This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year, Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear. Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden, Pay......Read the rest...

...I will stand in the heather, I will stand in the glen, I'll defend my Bannockburn, With horse, pike and men. As Bruce I command, As Robert I will die, But not on this day, For English souls ......Read the rest...

...It started in Stirling, English blood was shed A hero was named, All around men lay dead The claymore was wielded against many a foe Ancient scores settled with every blow We marched south ......Read the rest...