The Ryme of the Ancient Mariner
All of it, but particularly:
"He holds him with his glittering eye--
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will. "
"And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald. "
"O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gush'd from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I bless'd them unaware.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea."
My parents are Scots, and when I was younger we holidayed in Scotland every year, and listened to tapes of Scottish folk-songs in the car as we drove up. These undoubtably burried something deep in by heat, just waiting for the right trigger to make me reject years of Nanny-Statist indoctrination and become an RKBA supporter...
Scots Wha Hae
BY: Robert Burns
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled;
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your Glory Bed,
Or to Glorious Victorie.
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's pow'r.
Chains and slavery!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland's King and Law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa'
Caledonian! Let him on we' me!
By Opression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Forward! Let us do or dee!
