Hard to believe that Scotland once produced Highland troops, some of the toughest fighting men on Earth:
Gingerbread men have been replaced by gingerbread persons in the Scottish Parliament’s coffee shop in case the traditional name causes offence.
The move comes as a strategy aimed at stamping out sexual harassment and sexism was introduced at Holyrood this week after a survey found 30 per cent of women working there believed they had been sexually harassed.
Go here to read the rest. Modern Scotland is a land filled with left wing crybullies, so I guess this is not surprising. That the Scottish Parliament simultaneously may have a lot of “hands on” legislators should come as zip surprise, since Left wing morality is all about proper political stances and has bupkis to do with actual, you know, morality.
Have I said that I am happy my great great grandfather left Scotland for the USA?
The Scots may have been tough fighters, but they were not the Winged Hussars.
I sense my Scottish Highland ancestors are turning in their graves.
They were tough fighters in other nations’ wars.
Not all Scottish regiments are/were “highlanders.”
History question: Was the War of 1812 Battle of New Orleans the last incident wherein an American Army whipped a highland regiment (the 93rd)? Fun fact, they were ordered to wear trousers and were prohibited to wear feathers in their bonnets.
Why does a conquered province need a national anthem?
My ancestors departed from various parts of the Sceptered Isle starting in the 1840s. For which I thank Almighty God for the courage granted to the Welsh, English and Scots forebears who sailed westward to the New World.
Last week, I stumbled across Tennyson’s “Defense of Lucknow,” written after the siege was lifted by British soldiers in 1857. A celebration of English determination with a salute to the Highlanders who fought their way into the compound where the women and children were being sheltered. The same stock as my ancestors who chose to be American. Who, from their new homes, almost certainly read it in America and found it stirring.
Now you can count on it being a hate crime to recite it in public.
The men and women who stood off Nazi war machine for a year are truly gone.
How did they become such brittle scolding ninny tinpots–worse, kowtow to them?
Hark cannonade, fusillade! is it true what was told by the scout,
Outram and Havelock breaking their way through the fell mutineers?
Surely the pibroch of Europe is ringing again in our ears!
All on a sudden the garrison utter a jubilant shout,
Havelock’s glorious Highlanders answer with conquering cheers,
Sick from the hospital echo them, women and children come out,
Blessing the wholesome white faces of Havelock’s good fusileers,
Kissing the war-hardened hand of the Highlander wet with their tears!
Dance to the pibroch!—saved!—we are saved!—is it you? is it you?
Saved by the valour of Havelock, saved by the blessing of Heaven!
‘Hold it for fifteen days!’ we have held it for eighty-seven!
And ever aloft on the palace roof the old banner of England blew.
The move comes as a strategy aimed at stamping out sexual harassment and sexism was introduced at Holyrood this week after a survey found 30 per cent of women working there believed they had been sexually harassed.
Of course, this remark is a non sequitur.
The whole business has nothing to do with labor relations and everything to do with socially-sanctioned aggression – preparation for harassing people who do not utter the required pieties.
Have I said that I am happy my great great grandfather left Scotland for the USA?
If not.. let me say I’m likely proud of great great grandmother, though she was likely a holy terror, for driving my family to the states.
The learned editors of the English Reports outdid Dr Johnson.
The headnote to Clement’s Case (1830), 1 Lewin 113, 168 E.R. 980 reads, “Possession in Scotland evidence of stealing in England.”
Dale Price wrote, “Last week, I stumbled across Tennyson’s “Defense of Lucknow,”
You may like the American poet, John Greenleaf Whittier’s “The Pipes at Lucknow.”
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T Shaw wrote, “They were tough fighters in other nations’ wars.”
When in Paris, I usually attend mass at Saint-Germain-des-Prés, near my little pied-à-terre in bd Raspail.
There are two tombs there: the tomb of William Douglas, 11th Earl of Angus, who went into exile rather than renounce the Old Religion and died in 1611 and of his gallant grandson, James, who died aged 20 in the French service in 1637. He was Colonel of the Scottish regiment, renamed « Régiment Écossois de Douglas » in his honour. On their arms is the heart of King Robert the Bruce that their ancestor Sir James Douglas flung into the Moorish ranks at the battle of Teba, knowing that the Scottish knights would press on and recover it at all hazards.
To this day, the cavalry canter of the French Army is “Bonnie Dundee.”
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In my part of the country, he is more often known as “Bludie Clavers.” In my family, it was “the glory of the Grahams,” an ancestor of ours having died with him at the Pass of Killiecrankie.
My name is Campbell, with ancestors who were encouraged by the English gentry to emigrate to Northern Ireland to help subdue the “troublesome” Catholics there. Once in Ireland, they endured religious and economic persecution from the English. So they left and most eventually concentrated in what became the Southern states of the U.S. They were a tough people, who fought for the American Revolution in pivotal battles. Twelve US presidents could claim Scots ancestry. Oh, how times have changed.