{"id":4117,"date":"2011-11-06T12:52:14","date_gmt":"2011-11-06T12:52:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4117"},"modified":"2017-11-06T23:40:05","modified_gmt":"2017-11-06T23:40:05","slug":"once-there-dwelt-a-scotsman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/once-there-dwelt-a-scotsman\/","title":{"rendered":"Once There Dwelt A Scotsman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/once-there-dwelt-a-scotsman\/cottage-door\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-4118\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-4118\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Cottage-Door.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"578\" height=\"440\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Story of isolation, death, and how a burglar was more Christian than the townsfolk&#8230;, the latest of the old poems restored to the website.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Once there lived a Scotsman<br \/>\nWhose years nobody knew<br \/>\nWho was seen by all in town<br \/>\nAnd known by very few.<br \/>\nFor men, for loners such as he<br \/>\nWere left that way&#8230; alone&#8230;<br \/>\nScorn and pity and indifference<br \/>\nBy the townspeople to him was shown.<\/p>\n<p>This Scotsman was nobody<br \/>\nNone knew from where he came<br \/>\nBar the obvious. from Scotland&#8230;<br \/>\nFew even knew his name.<br \/>\nAnd the children in the dusty streets<br \/>\nMaking song of him&#8230; the sang<br \/>\nFor he was also a simple sort<br \/>\nWho spoke in Scottish slang.<\/p>\n<p>And all unknowing of him went<br \/>\nAbout their business from day to day<br \/>\nNone spoke of him when he was not seen<br \/>\nBar the children when at play<br \/>\n&#8216;Where is Mad Jock, the Scotsman:<br \/>\nBy this way he has not walked,<br \/>\nSo we get to mock no more&#8217;<br \/>\nSo of him the children talked.<\/p>\n<p>Some months passed until one day<br \/>\nA burglar an open door spied<br \/>\nIt looked an easy job, he thought<br \/>\nAs an escape route he eyed.<br \/>\nBut upon entering the house<br \/>\nHe did not rob, but instead,<br \/>\nStopped to mouth a silent prayer<br \/>\nAs he found Mad Jock rotted and dead.<\/p>\n<p>And though long passed to the other side<br \/>\nGod to love him never ceased<br \/>\nTo pray for the passing of his mortal soul,<br \/>\nGod sent the burglar&#8230; not the priest.<br \/>\n&#8216;For God was with him at his end,<br \/>\nAs through his life&#8217; the church bells to ring began&#8230;<br \/>\nAs the cortege passed by the house&#8230;<br \/>\nWhere once there lived a Scotsman.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Story of isolation, death, and how a burglar was more Christian than the townsfolk&#8230;, the latest of the old poems restored to the website. Once there lived a Scotsman Whose years nobody knew Who was seen by all in town And known by very few. For men, for loners such &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155],"tags":[2354,3965,3968,3964,1969,3967,3966],"class_list":["post-4117","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","tag-death","tag-isolation","tag-loner","tag-month-of-the-dead","tag-november","tag-outcast","tag-town-living","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-14p","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4696,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/six-minutes-until-death\/","url_meta":{"origin":4117,"position":0},"title":"Six Minutes Until Death","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"14th June 2020","format":false,"excerpt":"Marching to their deaths they sang the music to \"Top of Cork Road\". 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