November 1, 2009

Weave well the bright threads...


Cozy, comforting tartan. Most people (outside of Scotland) don't realize the long and sometimes heartbreaking history behind true tartan, but its appeal is undeniably strong, nonetheless.


My clan tartan (Gordon):
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The Weaving of the Tartan

I saw an old Dame weaving,
Weaving, weaving
I saw an old Dame weaving,
A web of tartan fine.
"Sing high," she said, "sing low," she said,
"Wild torrent to the sea,
That saw my exiled bairnies torn,
In sorrow far frae me.

And warp well the long threads,
The bright threads, the strong threads;
Woof well the cross threads,
To make the colours shine."
She wove in red for every deed,
Of valour done for Scotia's need:
She wove in green, the laurel's sheen,
In memory of her glorious dead.

She spake of Alma's steep incline,
The desert march, the "thin red line,"
Of how it fired the blood and stirred the heart,
Where'er a bairn of hers took part.
"'Tis for the gallant lads," she said,
"Who wear the kilt and tartan plaid:
'Tis for the winsome lasses too,
Just like my dainty bells of blue.

So weave well the bright threads,
The red threads, the green threads;
Woof well the strong threads
That bind their hearts to mine."
I saw an old Dame sighing,
Sighing, sighing;
I saw an old Dame sighing,
Beside a lonely glen.

"Sing high," she said, "sing low," she said,
Wild tempests to the sea,
The wailing of the pibroch's note,
That bade farewell to me.
And wae fa' the red deer,
The swift deer, the strong deer,
Wae fa' the cursed deer,
That take the place o' men."

Where'er a noble deed is wrought,
Where'er the brightest realms of thought,
The artists' skill, the martial thrill,
Be sure to Scotia's land is wed.
She casts the glamour of her name,
O'er Britain's throne and statesman's fame;
From distant lands 'neath foreign names,
Some brilliant son his birthright claims.

For ah! - she has reared them amid tempests,
And cradled them in snow,
To give the Scottish arms their strength,
Their hearts a kindly glow.
So weave well the bright threads,
The red threads, the green threads.
Woof well the strong threads
That bind their hearts to thine.

-Alice MacDonnell, 1894








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7 comments:

helle - pirettehuset.dk said...

what a wonderful post, lots of things I did´nt know.

Husg Helle

suzannah said...

oh, this post is so beautiful dear, i found it really interesting and magical at the same time ♥

Susan said...
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Susan said...

I'm so glad you both stopped by!

xox,
Susan

Lisa said...

Susan,
My goodness...I now know all there is to know about tartan plaids! I am amazed at all the beautiful photos that you found. Great job!What a wonderful post & thank you for stopping by to say hello. I look forward to visiting again soon.
Lisa

my favorite and my best said...

i got nuthin but love for this post.

Liz said...

Beautiful post, great pictures, and so many things I didn't know!

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