Welsh Men Are Born to Sing
Janice, of Sharing the Journey was the first to verbalize this pithy phrase to me when I told her that our Welsh Tour Bus Driver whistled and called me “love” as he assisted me down the stairs.
At the Scottish Dinner Theatre at the Prestonfield Mansion, the entire cast called out “Welsh men are born to sing,” when our driver called out his country during the introductions.
I heard it nearly a dozen times on my trip. Other than Tom Jones on television and the lovely actor, Matthew Rhys, who plays the lawyer son on Brothers and Sisters, I have not heard a Welsh man sing.
We enjoyed learning about hand- carved love spoons at Cardiff Castle in Wales, and so enjoyed the walk around the elegant house and taking pictures of the Keep and Gates, but our best sighting was while sitting on the wall by the dragon sculptures and watching 3 paramedics assist a woman who had fallen and broken her leg or knee. If our bus driver is included in this scene, we were looking at 4 of the most beautiful men we had opportunity find our eyes enjoying. The three female employees also joined us in our appreciation of the moment shared their appreciation of their Welsh unsung males!
On to pithier and classical romance of the journey:
On a rainy morning we were venturing forth on Loch Lomond in Inverness and after seeing the game keepers cottage the skiff moved on to the lovely Inn and Stables by a waterfall. It was a beautiful site also to behold.
We had been filled with stories of William Wordsworth, his sister, and his friend Coleridge as the day previously we had stopped for Gingerbread and Kindle Cakes near their home. And now, the Captain said aloud – “this large rock by this water fall and house is where William Wordsworth penned his love poem ‘To a Highland Girl’”
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
Twice seven consenting years have shed
Their utmost bounty on thy head:
And these grey rocks; that household lawn;
Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;
This fall of water that doth make
A murmur near the silent lake;
This little bay; a quiet road
That holds in shelter thy Abode –
In truth together do ye seem
Like something fashioned in a dream;
Such Forms as from the cover peep
When earthly cares are laid asleep!
This was all I could remember of the poem, but if you would like to read the beautiful entire poem,it is here:
It was printed carefully into a card in my Grandmother’s Bible – The poem was written in 1803
O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road,
An’ I’ll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks O’ Loch Lomond.
I just bet you know the tune to this ditty and can sing it right how!
I am not sure I was in Scotland before ye; it was a wonderful visit and full of beauty to gaze at!
Where do you think the most beautiful men live? Have you written a love poem to your true love? Have you sat upon a Love Island such as the one in Loch Lomond to spoon or bundle with your true love?
I think this should be an interesting discussion – looking forward to your comments…