Thursday, August 14, 2014

Freedom Come All Ye

The last few weeks have been heartrending. From senseless slaughter in Gaza and Iraq to police violence on the streets of American, freedom from fear and oppression and unjust murder is far, far away. But I wanted to remember the hope expressed in Hamish Henderson's great anti-imperialist folk song. You don't have to understand every word of the Scots language in which it was written to understand the cry for the end to the oppression of all peoples.

Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedom...

1 comment:

Conan the Librarian™ said...

I walked into Sandy Bell's one evening.
The usual loud clamjamfry of fiddles guitars and bodhrains (lots of bodhrains...)were near the toilets, and the smell of patchouli and 80/- was in the fug.
Amongst the throng of hippies and bikers, sat an elderly gentleman, tweed suited, clipped grey moustache. Hamish himsel.

I've always regretted not speaking to him...