Well of course they're veggie-burgers - the cattle don't eat meat, do they?
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That's quite a good map, but it doesn't show Liverpool or Glasgow as a major ports, built like Bristol on the 'triangular trade'.
And in my corner of the world, the Isle of Man was a focal point for smuggling rum, tobacco etc. dropped off there duty-free then across in small boats to small ports on the Solway coast. Ships sailed down through the Irish Sea, usually to Nantes, then on to West Africa to pick up slaves, across to the Caribbean, offloaded the slaves, picked up the rum and tobacco, and back again... I'm looking out even as I type at a house where the owners at that time kept 120 or so slaves in the West Indies. Many - most - Georgian houses in my part of the world were built with the profits of slaving and smuggling.
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Anywhere near Kirkcudbright, where John Paul Jones tried to take for ransom the Earl of Selkirk, who lived on St Mary's Isle. The Earl wasn't home, so his wife entertained the officers and conducted negotiations. Credit is given to the governess for protecting the young heir and to the butler for filling a sack half with coal, and topping it up with the family silver, in order to fob off the Americans. Jones claimed that he intended to return directly to his ship and continue seeking prizes elsewhere, but his crew wished to "pillage, burn, and plunder all they could". Ultimately, Jones allowed the crew to seize a silver plate set adorned with the family's emblem to placate their desires, but nothing else.
According to the local version, he returned the silver to the Countess with a polite note apologising for the inconvenience he had caused her!
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A true American!
And then one the greatest poets:
The Selkirk Grace, is a prayer said afore eatin that's attreebute tae Robert Burns: "Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be Thankit!"
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Yes, most likely version, Jones bought the plate himself when it was later sold off in France, and returned it to the Earl of Selkirk after the war.
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English and Gaelic are so interesting. Here wad means in English 'would' or 'want', while want means to be 'in want off', 'without'!
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Well, a Scotsman actually.
He was born John Paul in Kirkcudbrightshire. He fled to America and took the name Jones to avoid a murder charge.
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The best Americans are Scotsmen!
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A true Gallovidian - his father was gardener on the Arbigland estate by the Solway Firth, in this cottage:
(the distant hills are the Lakeland Fells in Cumbria)
The inn where Burns is said to have composed the Selkirk Grace:
(the present building is later than Burns's time)
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Burns's language is Scots, not Gaelic -
'Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it'
in Gaelic would be:
'Tha cuid ann aig a bheil feòil, cò nach urrainn dhi ithe,
agus feadhainn aig nach eil gin, a tha ga iarraidh.'
'But we hae meat and we can eat,
sae let the Lord be thankit'
'Ach tha feòil againn
agus is urrainn dhuinn ithe,
mar sin taing a thoirt don Tighearna'
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Genuflect!
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Nice. My folk are from the East, Chirnside, Berwickshire. And also Evie on Orkneytrue Gallovidian - his father was gardener on the Arbigland estate by the Solway Firth, in this cottage:
(the distant hills are the Lakeland Fells in Cumbria)
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Only really useful is #4
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I like the U.S. flagA true Gallovidian - his father was gardener on the Arbigland estate by the Solway Firth, in this cottage:
(the distant hills are the Lakeland Fells in Cumbria)
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a Scottish field
That is for ever American. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
kicked out, her leaders to hate, her ways to loath,
A body of England's, breathing American air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
With many apologies to Rupert Brooke