This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Author: williammcclurg Surnames: Classification: queries Message Board URL: http://boards.rootsweb.com/localities.britisles.scotland.wig.general/2093/mb.ashx Message Board Post: The Galloway Flail J.S. M'Culloch "Barbs of Galloway" In auld times we read o' a weapon o' war, Whase fame an' whase terrors were blazed near anf far; Nae ane came in reach o't got aff but a scaur, An' they hecht it the Galloway flail. In the fore-front o' battle it ever was ever found, While scores o' its victims lay writhing around, An' the verra air trembled an' soughed at the sound, O' the death-dealing Galloway Flail. Our Covenant Fathers got haud o' the Flail, At the ire o' M'Michael his enemies quail. When through turncoats an' troopers, held,helmet, an mail, Crashed the terrible Galloway Flail. In auld ballads I read hoo ane lang Geordie Grier In the heart e'en o' Douglas bred terror and fear; Nae weapon had Geordie---targe, claymore, nor spear, But an airn-soupled Galloway flail. By lonely Craig Nilder, in fair Galloway, The Gorden met Douglas in battle array, An' Grier led the van in a terrible fray, Wi' his wide-circling Galloway flail. Till sundown they fought, an' the Douglas fled, An' the fierce rugged Dee was near choked wi' the dead; While watshod wi' gore, Geordie high o'er his heid Swung the red-reeking Galloway Flail. Now, thank God, for us better days are in store, An' the airn han'o'war rives auld Scotland no more; But we've left amang auld antiquarian lore The won'erfu' Galloway Flail. Yet haud up your heid, my auld province sae dear, You've men yet, true, loyal, an' strangers to fear, For gude an' for richt, wha will gallantly rear A nobler Galloway Flail. Let them look to their arms, keep them burnished an' bright Let their shield be high Heaven,their breastplate be Right; Let their banner be "Truth", let their watchword be "Light" Let the pen be the Galloway Flail. In the might of thy Murray, O, Galloway, Wake! And the kingdoms of darkness an' error shall shake; Then tyrants may tremble, and nations may quake, At the voice of your Galloway Flail. **************************************** A poem passed on to me. Does anyone have a pic or a drawing of this Terrible Weapon? Thanks, Bill Important Note: The author of this message may not be subscribed to this list. If you would like to reply to them, please click on the Message Board URL link above and respond on the board.