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A Memory in a Song

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Greeting My Grandfather
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The Booncin Baa
A Winter Dawn
Men at Work
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Writer-in-Residence
Tweed at Peebles
On Biggar Pond
Elegy
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Yr Wyddfa
Thelma Cann
Old Acquaintance
Philip Pullman
The Dooble Rainbae
Ten Haiku from Whitecastle Hill
Tanka
Medwyn Below Greenshields
Sclimbin the Knock
Gled
Whaup Eggs
Socrates
Wha made this road?
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A new generation comes up that will know them not, except as a memory in a song, they passed with the things that seemed good to them with loves and desires that grow dim and alien in the days to be.  It was the old Scotland that perished then, and we may believe that never again will the old speech and the old songs, the old curses and the old benedictions, rise but with alien effort to our lips.

 Lewis Grassic Gibbon: Sunset Song


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