Adam McIntosh’s Address 

as to the Reason 

he Wears the Kilt

I’m noble McIntosh through an true

The bluid is red the veins are blue

Nae respect to the likes o’ you

That scorch-earthed a’ oor land, Sir

I wear this kilt

For blood long spilled

Our forefathers were banned, Sir

Cried “Justice a Joke”

Their bodies broke

As they sailed ow’r the Deep, Sir

Refused the yoke

False empire’s oak

Nor servile do they creep, Sir

Their lives owerturned

Crofts were burned

For commerce sheep and stag, Sir

Who wears the plaid

Is my comrade

Wi him I’ll sit and brag, Sir

No humble suit of hodden grey

My kilt has body style and sway

My kilt it is a wrap to me

Its colours map my history

In every woven stitch and strand

I carry my ancestral hand

And ghostly DNA

So here I’m travelling owr the globe

The kilt is noble it’s my robe

As grand as any king, Sir

By gosh by gosh it’s McIntosh

Be hushed and I shall sing, Sir

The Tree Hoose Song

(To the tune of Skye Boat Song)

By Barnie McCormack

[Sing it on your travels]

When I was wee I lived up a tree

High across Morningside

A patch of blue sky safe high and dry

That’s how I used tae bide

Then my wee des-res caught the eye of the press

The “Scotsman” and “Evening Times”

Saying Adam’s too young tae live up a rung

Way over Morningside

So I packed up ma’ junk and fund a new trunk

Out there on Craigencalt

Four years or more on Kinghorn’s fair shore

Home like a newborn smolt

The newspapers came mass media fame

Featured on “Sky TV”

Now the tree hoose is gone Adam’s moving on

The laddie who lived so high

            Fermers complained

            The laddie’s hair brained

            Plain as the eye tae me

            Yon New Age types

            Smokin’ their pipes

            Fairweel tae Adam’s tree

Ma’ tree hoose ha style picked up at “Fairmyle”

At peace camps I learned design

From tying the ropes on Pollok’s free slopes

Out on the picket line

When I wis wee I lived up a tree

All over Morning Side

A patch of blue sky safe high and dry

That’s how I used to bide

Picture captions:

Cartoon portrait

Guitar inscriptions

Treehouse faerielight

Treehouse interior

Showering in the Garden of Eden

All mod cons

Bobby (my dog)

Mellow evening

Dawn meditation

Candle meter