Marag Dhubh

by Bicpen

(Verse 1)

Still in the night he stood alone,
besides the chill no fear,
his sgian dubh cuts to the bone;
he remembers the seer.

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"Marag Dhubh, ingredients pure;
Fry: taste the island sure!"

~.~

Brahan's words now echoed Jock's dawn,
his chance; a young 21.
Braced he stood before Willie John's;
resident since 1931.

(Verse 2)

A strong power comes over Jock;
Marag Dhubh did glisten.
Seven o` clock the "light" talked,
Marag Dhubh position`s.

~.~

"One man with muscles strong, behold;
Stands aloof waiting bold!"

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Jock enters pulling sgian dubh,
the power held his hand;
friend to Willie John's men, no rue;
Marag Dhubh talks with man.

(Verse 3)

The pudding black lies on its side,
Jock strong now felt unsure,
white or black what did Brahan describe;
he calls Marag to cure.

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"Don't forget destiny of Gaels,
Friend or foe!" Marag wails.

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Jock startled and white as a sheet,
the Brahan asked for black;
wrap it now or else it will peep,
easy, I see its tack.

(Verse 4)

A lesson learned for them all
we know who's the pudding.
Jock reels with laughter at his call;
Marag Dhubh's for cooking.

~.~

"Now taste for sure that Royal Fayre,
Swollen spice; secrets lair!"

~.~

Happy men are the puddings friend
over sea he travels;
serious men never take lend,
other men just lose their marbles.

Sgian Dubh: Covert Knife
Brahan: The Seer
Marag: Affectional name of the pudding

(I took a little poteic licence with the numbers in one stanza so take each whole number as one syllable)

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