I'll tell you of the Jacobite <br />who cuts right through my heart; <br />heed the call of the drums and pipe <br />a hand on hilt ready to fight <br />flashing blade with white cockade <br />lies deep within my heart. <br /> <br />I'll read you of the Jacobite <br />revealed through written yarns; <br />haunted echoes of drums and pipe <br />'Kidnapped' by quill for he did write <br />truth held in words yet valiant <br />wrote what was in his heart. <br /> <br />I'll whisper of the Jacobite <br />a treasure from the hearth; <br />attend the call of drums and pipe <br />vital spark we'll keep alight <br />fearless, bold and vigilant <br />chased cruelly from our hearts. <br /> <br />Lets celebrate the Jacobite <br />who occupies our hearts! <br />Honor the call of drums and pipe <br />a fugitive though his by RIGHT! <br />He's come home in highland plaid <br />forever claims our hearts! <br /> <br />June 2006 <br />France <br /> <br />Inspired by HRH Prince Michael Stewart.<br /><br />Gillian.E. Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/j-the-fugitive-a-jacobite-poem/
