Raimund Karl wrote:
> > Date: Mon, 2 Dec 1996 13:56:51 +1100
> > From: Johanna Latham <[log in to unmask]>
> > Well, I'm probably not qualified to decide what I can be. So I'll leave
> > it up to the other Ishes. My credentials are:
> > On the musical side, I can play 6 instruments fluently, of which I've
> > been learning piano for 19 years.
> > Stories, tales, poems, etc... for these I do have a very good memory,
> > and I certainly know more about the Ish's than anyone else I know ;-).
> > I'm also a lyricist and to date have written about 50 songs.
> Well in this case it is only right if you call yourself a bard of
> ollam rank. Congratulations, starting out with the highest rank is no
> bad start at all.
> Bitorix MacIsh, Brehon of the ui hIsh
Well then, I guess on that note I should give my first bardic offering
to the clan Ish. I thought the story of how we came to get our battle
cry would be a truly heroic tale to tell. So here it is! but please
remember that I hate writing rhyming couplets and this is NOT to be
'Up Your Ish'
The clan of Ish,
As is known to all,
Has a glory that when measured,
Is in no way small.
A clan of warriors,
All brave and strong.
All the Celts wish
To be counted among.........them.
Their battle cry causes
The most brave to fear,
And lovers admire them,
Hold them dear.
Our battle-cry has
A most esteemed past
And spread, with renown,
Through the world fast.
You see, we got to the battle,
And surveyed the fray,
And decided we'd return
Later that day.
We spent the day
Swilling mead \
And when we returned, (they look like they rhyme!)
Most of our side was dead. /
But one proud Scotsman
Turned on us with a frown,
And said "Up your Ish
And get out of town!"
Johanna Latham NicIsh
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