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Iíve Never Seen A Moor

By John I. Blair

    Iíve never seen a moor.
    Iíve never worn a kilt.
    Iíve never been to Scotland.
    But Blair is my family name
    And Blair and Scotland are the same.
    So when I hear the bagpipes wail
    There in my mind seems a memory
    Of running through the rugged heath
    Down into a misty vale,
    A long sword in my strong right hand,
    Bent on slaying the foe beneath,
    Then standing on a windy tor,
    Mourning kinsmen, torn by woe.

©2002 John I. Blair

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