Castle Gordon.

        In youth we spent a pleasant day
        Round Castle Gordon on the Spey,
        There is no Clan can gird the sword on,
        Can compare with the Clan Gordon,
        In India, China and Soudan,
        They manfully have led the van.

James McIntyre

James McIntyre was a Canadian poet, most notable for his poetry concerning cheese, cheese-making, dairying, and dairy products. Often referred to as 'The Cheese Poet,' McIntyre's work is celebrated for its earnestness and unintentional humor, making him both a beloved and an infamous figure in literary circles. He emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1851 and settled in Ingersoll, Ontario, where he became a successful businessman and community leader.

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        The lowland man enjoyed his farm,
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        Each highland chief he ruled like king
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The Gay Gordons

(Dargai, October 20, 1897)

Whos for the Gathering, who's for the Fair?
        (Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
The bravest of the brave are at deadlock there,
        (Highlanders! march! by the right!)
There are bullets by the hundred buzzing in the air,
There are bonny lads lying on the hillside bare;
But the Gordons know what the Gordons dare
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The happiest English heart today
        (Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
Is the heart of the Colonel, hide it as he may;
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He sees his work and he sees his way,
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And he's thinking of the tune that the Gordons play
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The Shires On The Moray Frith.

        Worthy of either song or story
        Are the shires round frith of Moray,
        Here lies the valley of Strathspey,
        Famed for its music, lively, gay,
        Elgin cathedral's 'prentice aisle
        Is glory of that ruined pile.
        What modern chisel now could trace
        Fine sculpture of that ancient place,
        And Forres famed for Sweno's stane
        In honor of that kingly Dane,
        'Graved with warriors runes and rhymes,
        Long prior to historic times,
        For a thousand years its been forgot
        Who was victor Dane or Scot,
        It is the country of McBeth
        Where good King Duncan met his death,
        And barren heath that place of fear
        Stood witches cauldron of Shakespeare,

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Donal Campbell

DONAL' CAMPBELL
Donal' Bane sailed away across the ocean
With the tartans of Clan Gordon, to the Indies' distant shore,
But on Dargai's lonely hill-side, Donal' Campbell met the foeman,
And the glen of Athol
Moray will never see him more!

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Sweeping like the wintry torrent thro' Athol Moray's glen
When the black word reached the clansmen, that young Donal' Bane had fallen
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Gordon And Burnaby, 1885.

        When the Chinese did rebel,
        Gordon alone he could them quell,
        With justice they his name revere,
        The man who bullets did not fear.

        It seemed as if his life had charm
        That spear or lance could never harm,
        He went alone this wondrous man
        To fight false prophet of Soudan.

        Assistance it arrives too late,
        And traitors they have oped the gate,
        To meet the foe he doth advance,
        But fatal wound receives from lance.

        And Britons all they do take pride
        In Burnaby's Asiatic ride,
        Russian mysteries to discover,
        He crossed many a plain and river.

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Local Sketches.

        On grassy amphitheatre,
        Spectators sit to view the war,
        'Mong bold contestants on the plain
        Where each doth strive the prize to gain.

        Come witness the great tug of war,
        And see great hammer thrown afar,
        See running, jumping, highland fling,
        At concert hear the skylark sing.

        And the bagpipes will send thrills,
        Like echoes from the distant hills,
        And the bold sound of the pibroch,
        Which does resound o'er highland loch.

        Young men and maids and fine old dames
        Will gather on the banks of Thames,
        And though we have a tug of war
        'Twill leave no wound or deadly scar.

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