The Monarchy. Why?

BonnieDundee · 06-05-2008, 07:40 AM

To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke.
'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;
So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me,
Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,'
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men;
Come open the West Port and let me gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!

Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street,
The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat;
But the Provost, douce man, said, "Just e'en let him be,
The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee."

Come fill up my cup, etc.

As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow,
Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow;
But the young plants of grace they looked couthie and slee,
Thinking luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonny Dundee!

Come fill up my cup, etc.

With sour-featured Whigs the Grass-market was crammed,
As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged;
There was spite in each look, there was fear in each e'e,
As they watched for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, etc.

These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears,
And lang-hafted gullies to kill cavaliers;
But they shrunk to close-heads and the causeway was free,
At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, etc.

He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock,
And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke;
"Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three,
For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee."

Come fill up my cup, etc.

The Gordon demands of him which way he goes?
"Where'er shall direct me the shade of Montrose!
Your Grace in short space shall hear tidings of me,
Or that low lies the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, etc.

"There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs in the North;
There are wild Duniewassals three thousand times three,
Will cry hoigh! for the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, etc.

"There's brass on the target of barkened bull-hide;
There's steel in the scabbard that dangles beside;
The brass shall be burnished, the steel shall flash free,
At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, etc.

"Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks
Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox;
And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee,
You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me!"

Come fill up my cup, etc.

He waved his proud hand, the trumpets were blown,
The kettle-drums clashed and the horsemen rode on,
Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on Clermiston's lee
Died away the wild war-notes of Bonny Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle the horses, and call up the men,
Come open your gates, and let me gae free,
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!

Mikeuk · 06-05-2008, 07:53 AM

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Originally Posted by Mikeuk

Yes but who would want to visit the official residence of the French Presidency?

Compared with Versailles, Fontainbleau or The Louvre, Buckingham Palace is as tasteful and impressive as a footballer's bungalow.

Sorry. Should be an 'e' in Fontainebleau.

Frith · 06-05-2008, 09:24 AM

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Originally Posted by Mikeuk

On the front page of today's Telegraph there is a picture of Pothead Harry the nightclub warrior with his bit of fluff 'Chelsy'

Whatever else her parents are, they appear to be distressingly dyslexic Time to sweep these moronic parasites off the map.

Yes, let's have a one-man/woman monarchy, but let's take steps to relegate any 'royal family' to the shadows.

And let's have a national democratic vote to decide whether the Teutonic house of Guelph/Saxe-Coburg Gotha should continue.

Personally I think they should be punished for '15 and '45.

I share many of your views on the monarchy. I come from a monarchist English grandmother and a freedom loving pessimist English grandfather. She had a picture of Queen Victoria in the dining room, he referred to them all as a "bunch of parasites".

I wasn't expected to either love them or hate them and my father tended to share his father's view. But these were the days of Empire and colonialism and its aftermath of Commonwealth, where the Monarch meant a lot as a figurehead of union and shared dominion and heritage to many. But things changed. Now the British Monarchy is often hated in its former colonies and the Empire and its founding colonists and settlers viewed as foreigners and invaders.

In Britain, the monarchy is being turned into a multicultural home icon and it isn't working. The more multicultural Britain becomes the less the Monarchy will be acknowledged or tolerated. No matter how many multicultural-friendly speeches they write for the Queen, no matter how many starving babies in Africa any philanthropic royal hugs or promises to feed from some charity no one's ever heard of, the Monarchy is dying because it is no longer representative. The Queen cannot be the icon of Somali, Bangladesh, Pakistan, India, the Caribbean, eastern Europe and what's left of her own native peoples. She must, whoever she is, be representative of the nation or disappear. Britain is moving rapidly toward dissolution and the monarchy's days are numbered.

They never lifted a finger to prevent their people from becoming the citizens of the European Union under a grand wizard of a President. If all goes according to plan the British will have their rejected Blair back as bigshot of an enlarged free range domain - the EU.biz

g hall · 06-05-2008, 01:23 PM

The English used to elect a monarch and if you weren't up to the job you became fertiliser - sounds good to me

Frith · 06-05-2008, 01:36 PM

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Originally Posted by g hall

The English used to elect a monarch and if you weren't up to the job you became fertiliser - sounds good to me

Why can't they do that with politicians? You could export a renewable resource.

Mikeuk · 07-05-2008, 07:24 AM

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Originally Posted by g hall

The English used to elect a monarch and if you weren't up to the job you became fertiliser - sounds good to me

Bring it on!

06-05-2008, 07:40 AM	#41 (permalink)
BonnieDundee Uber Member Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: Between Mallaig and Cornwall. Posts: 2,809	To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke. 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,' Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee! Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat; But the Provost, douce man, said, "Just e'en let him be, The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee." Come fill up my cup, etc. As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow, Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow; But the young plants of grace they looked couthie and slee, Thinking luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonny Dundee! Come fill up my cup, etc. With sour-featured Whigs the Grass-market was crammed, As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged; There was spite in each look, there was fear in each e'e, As they watched for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, etc. These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears, And lang-hafted gullies to kill cavaliers; But they shrunk to close-heads and the causeway was free, At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, etc. He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock, And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke; "Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee." Come fill up my cup, etc. The Gordon demands of him which way he goes? "Where'er shall direct me the shade of Montrose! Your Grace in short space shall hear tidings of me, Or that low lies the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, etc. "There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth, If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs in the North; There are wild Duniewassals three thousand times three, Will cry hoigh! for the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, etc. "There's brass on the target of barkened bull-hide; There's steel in the scabbard that dangles beside; The brass shall be burnished, the steel shall flash free, At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, etc. "Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox; And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee, You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me!" Come fill up my cup, etc. He waved his proud hand, the trumpets were blown, The kettle-drums clashed and the horsemen rode on, Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on Clermiston's lee Died away the wild war-notes of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle the horses, and call up the men, Come open your gates, and let me gae free, For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee! __________________ "It is poor civic hygiene to install technologies that could someday facilitate a police state." -Bruce Schneier How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your TV; build your own cabin and pss off front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.* Edward Abbey Leopold Kohr.

06-05-2008, 01:23 PM	#44 (permalink)
g hall Uber Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: erewhon Posts: 5,638	The English used to elect a monarch and if you weren't up to the job you became fertiliser - sounds good to me __________________ "That government is best which governs least." "This is a sharp Medicine, but it is a Physician for all diseases and miseries". "To be "matter of fact" about the world is to blunder into fantasy --and dull fantasy at that, as the real world is strange and wonderful." TANSTAAFL TANJ

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