The pipes O'hell did sound the knell of Bonny Prince Charley.?

Question:Advance ye men of every Scottish Clan,
Raise high your shields and to a man
We’ll ner’e retreat till battle is won,
Though many will die ahe father and son.

Blow ye pipers blow the wail O’ hell,
Let yon sound fill both vale and dell.
Let yon green fields soak up the red blood,
Where cattle and sheep and homes once stood

Fell their ranks with claymore and dirk,
Let the English taste yon Scotland’s dirt.
And er'e yon night is ner’e sa near,
The day will be Scotland’s hay ner’e fear.

Set ya tartans swayin’ to the lament O’ the pipes,
Angles this day will nay set foot on the heights
O'er Hart Fell or Loweth Hill, for the day will be ours,
Ahe victory will be the Scott’s afore the sun lowers.

Bonny Charley will be crowned our rightful king,
Then all O’ Scotland will rejoice; ahe and will sing.
Ner’e again will the English set yon foreign feet,
This side O’ Hadrian’s Wall where the lowlands meet.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Advance ye men of every Scottish Clan,
Raise high your shields and to a man
We’ll ner’e retreat till battle is won,
Though many will die ahe father and son.

Blow ye pipers blow the wail O’ hell,
Let yon sound fill both vale and dell.
Let yon green fields soak up the red blood,
Where cattle and sheep and homes once stood

Fell their ranks with claymore and dirk,
Let the English taste yon Scotland’s dirt.
And er'e yon night is ner’e sa near,
The day will be Scotland’s hay ner’e fear.

Set ya tartans swayin’ to the lament O’ the pipes,
Angles this day will nay set foot on the heights
O'er Hart Fell or Loweth Hill, for the day will be ours,
Ahe victory will be the Scott’s afore the sun lowers.

Bonny Charley will be crowned our rightful king,
Then all O’ Scotland will rejoice; ahe and will sing.
Ner’e again will the English set yon foreign feet,
This side O’ Hadrian’s Wall where the lowlands meet.

Now, I wish everyone who writes poetry could write something of this caliber. This is exceptional in it's concept and it's execution, and as I read it aloud it sings it's way into being. The visions dance before my eyes. It is a beautiful piece, and I will tell you, it has been my honor to read and comment on such a magnificent work of art.

Very nice.

As my great Aunt from Jarrow-On-Tyne would say "Tis Loovely"

I'm sorry about being so direct at such a romantic time, but I think all those "Bonnie Princes" from Wales, England, and Scotland would have been better off learning statecraft instead of running around shtupping people.

Ah, Robert! I'm (at this very moment) listening to folk songs from the Isles...and into my head sprang..."Speed Bonnie Boat, like a bird on the wing..." My ancestors call to me quite often.

Many hugs for this lovely piece!

I can never say anything too bad about a country named after a whiskey. And there's pain in my heart for those who pursued a valiant yet hopeless cause. This poem encapsulates the essence of Scotland. It makes me feel glad that the former British colony in which I was born is an ocean away from England. Nevertheless, I am ashamed to say that when I read the question, I immediately thought of a following line.

The pipes o'Hell did sound the knell of Bonny Prince Charley.
For when his steed began to bleed he rode away on a Harley.

Being of Scottish heritage this means a lot to me. I simply totally enjoyed this through and through. Well done and agian well done! This is my favorite of yours. May I keep this one?