GENERAL ARTICLES

The King Message

EDNA JAQUES November 15 1941
GENERAL ARTICLES

The King Message

EDNA JAQUES November 15 1941

St. Andrew's Day

J. E. MIDDLETON

All round the seas to Zanzibar,

In all the lands, or near or far,

The feast is laid, the pipers play To celebrate St. Andrew's Day.

Where be you now it matters not So as you find a brother Scot.

Or rich or poor, or old or young,

The Doric on his friendly tongue,

A love for all that Bobbie wrote,

A sprig of heather in his coat,

A spirit tender, bold and high —

Then be you brothers till you die.

No Scotsman I, but friends galore Come from that brave, romantic shore, Sweet gentles all. What matter then If bagpipes cheer such gallant men, And if a haggis be their choice!

Pray who am I to lift my voice?