Re: Morning Dress

Posted by Many Flags on February 27, 2000 at 14:02:30:

In Reply to: Re: Morning Dress posted by Hurry Harry on February 27, 2000 at 13:08:18:

Friend Harry,

Your verse has been shared with Cpl. MacWilliam as we sat by the fire reflecting on the year's past campaign and looking forward to coming treks and battles. The large corporal (not Cpl. Campbell, but MacWilliam) made a cryptic reference to one Scottish poet, possibly kin from Caithness, named Ossian, whose verses made kings philosophize, lairds become just, and saints to weep. The large corporal (my cousin MacWilliam, brother to Davey Gunn) remarked most emphatically that Harry's verses were akin to Ossian, a compliment to be cherished. We move into the spring campaign with hopes of peace on the frontier, yet, if need be, glory on the field as we fight the French and their native allies to protect the interests of the King and the rights of British subjects, reflecting on those times most held dear when we sit by the fire with friends, a good pipe, and cup of ale. Pax Aye!

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: Friend Harry,

: Your verse has been shared with Cpl. MacWilliam as we sat by the fire reflecting on the year's past campaign and looking forward to coming treks and battles.  The large corporal (not Cpl. Campbell, but MacWilliam) made a cryptic reference to one Scottish poet, possibly kin from Caithness, named Ossian, whose verses made kings philosophize, lairds become just, and saints to weep.  The large corporal (my cousin MacWilliam, brother to Davey Gunn) remarked most emphatically that Harry's verses were akin to Ossian, a compliment to be cherished.  We move into the spring campaign with hopes of peace on the frontier, yet, if need be, glory on the field as we fight the French and their native allies to protect the interests of the King and the rights of British subjects, reflecting on those times most held dear when we sit by the fire with friends, a good pipe, and cup of ale.  Pax Aye!  


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