Yibi
All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
- J.R.R. Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
- J.R.R. Tolkien
Yibi means young (Yi) and free (Bi).
About Me
I'm a Scot who plays the celtic tin whistle and likes to listen to folk music and do creative writing! :) I fully support the Scottish Independence Movement, okay?! I'm a fan of Lord of the Rings, Bat for Lashes, Morcheeba, Braveheart, Florence + the Machine, Mazzy Star, Bon Iver, Goldfrapp, Sigur Rós, Loreena McKennit, Hight Places and many more. If you haven't heard of a few of these - don't worry neither has anyone else.
I'm a Scot who plays the celtic tin whistle and likes to listen to folk music and do creative writing! :) I fully support the Scottish Independence Movement, okay?! I'm a fan of Lord of the Rings, Bat for Lashes, Morcheeba, Braveheart, Florence + the Machine, Mazzy Star, Bon Iver, Goldfrapp, Sigur Rós, Loreena McKennit, Hight Places and many more. If you haven't heard of a few of these - don't worry neither has anyone else.
Scots Wha Hae
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or tae victory.
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front of battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power
Chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor's knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha's sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or tae victory.
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front of battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power
Chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor's knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha's sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland's King and Law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa'?
Let him follow me!
By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do, or die!
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa'?
Let him follow me!
By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do, or die!















