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H.M.S. Belfast Firing Range Royal Visit Crisp and Even Elizabeth Great Court S.T. Barnabas Runaway Vengence Weapon No 1 Water Trough Woolwich Ferry CloudBusting Segas Showing My Age 39 Rue Grande Nigel Knows Disco Not Cricket It Is Better Mind How You Go No Flowers Ashes to Ashes R.I.P. Feminist |
Dropping down to Tyndrum From lonely Rannoch Plain, Darkness all around makes grey, Road a river of rain, When above the fir trees up ahead The clouds of thunder part, And blue shows through, The rays fan out, The sun paints all brand new. Behind is Orchy, still in the gloom, And Beinn Dorain but half its size, The veil a tissue like paper Drawn before my tiring eyes, The colours, watery, streak The horizon as viewpoints rise. And now the magic prison lows Iridescent in the quiet midday, To rest in outstretched hands, An arching, triumphal way. SCOTTISH RAINBOW |