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Umbrella Moss Forests by Steve Reekie Via Flickr: Colonies of Umbrella Mosses, mostly Hypnodendron species, crowd every available viable surface, in dense, moist rainforest, such as that on the West Coast of New Zealands South Island.
High altitude beech forest, Rahu River, Victoria Forest Park by Steve Reekie Via Flickr: Semideciduous Nothofagus forest near the Rahu Saddle, high in the mountains of the Southern Alps, in the Victoria Forest Park, near Springs Junction.
I thought I would follow up on the Dick Gaughan post with this 19th century broadside with the words to the song. A broadside (also known as a broadsheet) is a single sheet of inexpensive paper printed on one side, often with a ballad, rhyme, news and sometimes with woodcut illustrations like this one, the reason, not just an excuse to get the lyric out there but to highlight that there is nothing new in
anti-immigrant attitudes, and that prejudice and ‘no Irish need apply’ were alive
and well in 19th century Scotland.
My name’s Duncan Campbell, from the shire of Argyll,
I’ve travelled this country for many a mile –
I’ve travelled thro’ England and Scotland and a’,
And the name I go under’s bold Erin-go-Bragh.
One night in Auld Reekie, as I walked down the street,
A saucy policeman by chance I did meet;
He glowered in my face and gave me some jaw,
Saying “When came ye over , bold Erin-go-Brath?”
“I am not a Paddy, though Ireland I’ve seen,
Nor am I a Paddy, though in Ireland I’ve been
But though I were a Paddy, that’s nothing ava,
There’s many a bold hero from Erin-go-Bragh.”
“I know you are a Pat by the cut of your hair,
But you all turn Scotchmen as soon’s you come here;
You have left your own country for breaking the law,
We are seizing all stragglers from Erin-go-Brath.”
“Though I were a Paddy, and you knew it to be true,
Or were I the devil – pray, what’s that to you?
Were it not for the baton you have in your paw,
I would show you a game played in Erin-go-Bragh.”
Then a switch of blackthorn that I held in my fist,
Across his big body I made it to twist;
And the blood from his napper I quickly did draw,
And paid him stock and interest for Erin-go-Brugh.
The people came round like a flock of wild geese,
Crying, “Stop, stop the rascal, he has killed the police!”
And for every friend I had, I’m sure he had twa-
It was very tight times with bold Erin-go-Bragh.
But I came to a wee boat that sails on the Forth,
I picked up my all, and I steered for the North;
Farewell to Auld Reekie, policeman and a’,
May the devil be with them says Erin-go-Bragh.
Now, all you brave fellows that listen to my song,
I don’t care a farthing to where I belong;
I come from Argyll, in the Highlands so braw,
But I ne’er take it ill when called Erin-go-Bragh.