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A Gathering Thing, Final Day

bacon — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 14:50:12 +0000

Now play with pride, proud heads held high

And march as conquerors of a king,

You too are brave as they that gave

You reasons for this gathering thing!

A Gathering Thing, Day 5

Dan'l — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 16:14:15 +0000

So fifers fife, and drummers drum
Your songs ’til hell and earth are done

Then send your message to the sun
And worlds that from where heroes come

A Gathering Thing, Day 4

bacon — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 17:41:54 +0000

Gay hornpipes, jigs and reels

still bring a swaggering strut
to everything that lives and laughs and loves and sings,

A strut that even humbled kings.

A Gathering Thing, Day 3

Dan'l — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:09:19 +0000

The bold and brave that played these tunes
That echo now on older moons

Are glad their music has not fled
To other worlds as they when dead.

A Gathering Thing, Day 2

Dan'l — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 13:17:48 +0000

Back home to hear on Muster day

The stirring songs that once they played

And view the Ancients grand parade

From secret shadow, silent shade.

An Ancient Muster is a Gathering Thing

Dan'l — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:08:15 +0000

by Bobby O’Brien 1929 – 1977

The shrill of fifes with air did fight

And wrestled ears on whirling heads

The beat of drums did thunder run

To summon home brave heroes dead