Posted by Ossian Gunn, the Poet of Scotia on March 12, 2000 at 20:27:04:
The lassies of the MacWilliam Clan
Are wild, yet pure and sweet.
They each seek the love of their man,
To be possessed and romanced.
Seamus's lass, the dark haired Nance,
Swoons for his boundless love.
The music plays, they step close and dance
Surrounded by intoxicating scents.
The Corporal's wife in Scotland dwells.
She waits for his return.
Chaste Malcolm pines, but no maids he fells.
So he can join his lady pure.
Davey Gunn and his red haired lass
Share all that Cupid offers.
She awaits in her Highland fortress fast
For Davey's return to Scotland.
Three Tales's lass on the frontier lives
With her three bairns in cabin.
Two Bottle, a name to her the Indians give
For her motherly nursing care.
Many Flags has found a Child of God
To share his love and life.
A parson's daughter full of passion and love.
Flag's self is grasped by female charms.
So, all of these, the Venuses mild
Sustain our warriors in their tasks.
As they protect the frontier wild
The ladies are the strength behind each man.