CLANN NA GAIDHEAL A GUAILLEAN A CHEILE.

Evening Star, Issue 3097, 22 January 1873, Page 2

CLANN NA GAIDHEAL A GUAILLEAN A CHEILE.

PHILIBEGS v. BREEKS BREECHLESS v. BREECHING, To the Editor. Maister Editur— Anent the City Council’s halloo halloo about “breeching:” dee ye ken what gait waur ganging. This dachan's becoming a waurld’s-wonder; it’s warfu’; folks are speerin’ what are thiura coming tae, in this negleckit burgh o’ Dunedin, baptiseed after “ Auld Reekie,” Wha could have speered it lang syne, that wp honest Scotch folks wad hae been sae God : less and sae silly as to put sic daft blethrin : skite haveyls as the holies they ca ! ordinar’ Comm n Councjilleys to preseed over, an’ tae mak and break the laws, instead of nphauding them. There is they ca 1 “ Watchdoog I ’ meaning the Mayor’s gillie, or sjclike Lancashire collie—ane Coouncillor Barnes. lam teldt, na later than the (hour o’ nicht, by my auld cailliacb, that Oooncillor Joan has posted afore Padie Fish, a resolution —ablins they ca’ it a motion—to hae a new-fangled bye-law passed, that we Hielanders be obligeed to doff our kilts, and wear breeks, Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has often led, Onward to your gory bed, Or to victory. The bodie Barnes, in Sassenach gibberish, ca’s them “ Cobb’s ” breeching. Nexfcßoord day the Cooncil are to ha’e ither fizzenless hallo-balloo over it —muckle stour, and as feckless and dreigh as usual. I would adveese ye, Mister Editur, just to tak’ a wee daunder yersel’ down to the Council housie, and tak’ notes of the thrapple preachings o’ the eight ecksie-pecksie auld donnets, and, as Bobby Burns, the plough-body, said, preent them Only think, Maister Editur, of the descendants of t hoderick Dhu, of our forbears the Gael, being decreed by eight auld wives to draw on our legs things that no sauncie Hielatuler, with his skeindhu in his neive and bis foot upon his native heather, would be fashed wi’. Hoot awa mon ! why dee ye no ken I never wore sic things in my Hieland hame, when I was a wee toddlin’ bairnie, or a laddie —ay, Dumbarton. I was S3X and thirty year old, dee ye ken, afore I let sic things cover my braw legs ; and e’en now, only that this negleckit town ha’s made me caukl-rife—hae Glenlivet, dee ye see, and gied me the ruraatis in my sark-fn’-o’-sair-banes —my ain auld banes. Ye ken lam nae 8A brai el as I was syne, or I Wad na weat breeebin the noo myscl’, but gar the lave of my auld claes—my tartan breeks—to the Cooncil tae cl ad the doupandbowHe spindleshanks of the auld farrant Gaberlunzie, the Baillie hansel. What for no ; Dinha mistak’ me—the chief tfha’s presiding, cowd’s o’er they auld donnerts —Here’s t’ye, Donald M'Tavjsh, Of that ilk. Dunedin, 20th Jau., 1873.