A wee written piece by Jist a loon fae Aiberdeen……. 

O’ days. 

O days tae ponder sae upon

yet in the past as e’er belong,

Far tae wander, as sae tae be

o days, o days I’ll ne’er see again 

O days I stood wae others too

as kin an brother as each o you,

We sae faced the volley an cannons touch

o days, o days we will ne’er see again 

O days tae fight an tae bleed

as sae the sight as nae tae heed,

The rank an file o coats sae blood red

O days, o days ne’er tae see again

O days, o days as on they came

thrust the bayonet deep, twas their shame,

Yet an though twas not our blame

O days, o days we ne’er will see again 

O days, o days scattered as tae them it mattered nought

Wae blood an life, tae gi’e yet we sae fought,

As o’er the ocean or lain deep, lord the tears we’d often weep

an o days, o days as we stood but true hielan men 

Whaur o days now gone afore

Did ye, did ye hear the cries cast far o’er a distant shore?

Tae feel oor pain as the land stood still, ne’er tae wander

through Glen or oor story tae tell

What o oor days, oor days we must ne’er, ne’er forget

as o days, o days for our future we, must stand an fight

for all, all o oor days, oor days. 

© David McIntosh Wilkie.