My thanks to my friend Gordon Cowell for bringing this MacDiarmid poem to my attention. An extract …
England, frae whom a' blessings flow
What could we dae withoot ye?
Then dinna threep it doon oor throats
As gin we e'er could doot ye!
My feelings lang wi' gratitude
Ha'e been sae sairly harrowed
That dod! I think it's time
The claith was owre the parrot!
The Parrot Cry
by Hugh MacDiarmid (1892 – 1978)
Saor Alba!
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