A poem for the Cup Final (with apologies to William Shakespeare)

[Islington Hibs]

This day is called the feast ofHibernian:
He that outlives this day, and comessafe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day isnamed,
And rouse him at the name ofHibernian.
He that shall live this day, and seeold age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast hisneighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Hibernian’s Day:'
Then will he strip his sleeve andshow his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had onHibernian's day.'

Old men forget: yet all shall beforgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: thenshall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as householdwords
Fenlon the king, McPake andGriffiths
Harris and Williams, McGivern andThompson,
Be in their flowing cups freshlyremember'd.

This story shall the good man teachhis son;
And Hi-Bee Hibernian shall ne'er goby,
From this day to the ending of theworld,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band ofbrothers;
For he to-day that sheds his bloodwith me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er sovile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Edinburgh now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed theywere not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whilesany speaks
That fought with us upon Hibernian’s day.

[neilmartinrocks]

This day is called the feast ofHibernian:
He that outlives this day, and comessafe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day isnamed,
And rouse him at the name ofHibernian.
He that shall live this day, and seeold age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast hisneighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Hibernian’s Day:'
Then will he strip his sleeve andshow his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had onHibernian's day.'

Old men forget: yet all shall beforgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: thenshall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as householdwords
Fenlon the king, McPake andGriffiths
Harris and Williams, McGivern andThompson,
Be in their flowing cups freshlyremember'd.

This story shall the good man teachhis son;
And Hi-Bee Hibernian shall ne'er goby,
From this day to the ending of theworld,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band ofbrothers;
For he to-day that sheds his bloodwith me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er sovile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Edinburgh now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed theywere not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whilesany speaks
That fought with us upon Hibernian’s day.



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[Viva_Palmeiras]

Charlie, Charlie...Wherefore art thou Charlie [McCartan]?


What green bottle through yonder windowdoth not break?


Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and furySignifying nothing.

[monktonharp]

nuh'in like a touch o' the aul' culchur. Will Shakespeare wiz awrite, but gie me a man o' the native tongue oanyday, streght fi the ploo.

[nonshinyfinish]

nuh'in like a touch o' the aul' culchur. Will Shakespeare wiz awrite, but gie me a man o' the native tongue oanyday, streght fi the ploo.

Ken, an Wullie woulduv fired a closin brayket on the end o' the title anaw.

[neilmartinrocks]

nuh'in like a touch o' the aul' culchur. Will Shakespeare wiz awrite, but gie me a man o' the native tongue oanyday, streght fi the ploo.

post 2. james graham. As scottish as ye get. imo:aok:

[Hibrandenburg]

An idiot team to honour lost
Who knows them best despise them most