{"id":890,"date":"2011-10-20T23:06:54","date_gmt":"2011-10-20T23:06:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=890"},"modified":"2014-10-20T23:10:29","modified_gmt":"2014-10-20T23:10:29","slug":"his-ain-native-toun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/his-ain-native-toun\/","title":{"rendered":"His Ain Native Toun"},"content":{"rendered":"

Commentary on David Harbisons poem “Ma Ain Native Toun”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Aye, in your time you seen it
\nDisappear, bit by bit by bit
\nBusiness comes not out of the grit
\nAnd efforts of labours spent
\nOr what resources we commit
\nTo what afore us went.<\/p>\n

Aye, capitalism is its name
\nMoney and more is its aim
\nAnd we the worker: pawns in its game
\nOf economic chess
\nAnd capitalism knows little shame
\nAnd of loyalty knows even less.<\/p>\n

Loyal not to republic or king
\nTo any anthem of a land a man does sing
\nIts own end is the only thing
\nBy which it is impressed
\nPatriotism? away Capitalism does fling
\nWith unbridled zest.<\/p>\n

Your own native town, like mine too
\nBetter times in the past both knew
\nThere was lots of work to do
\nFor men like us
\nAnd worries we had but few
\nAnd little fuss.<\/p>\n

But now we march to the beat
\nAnd in time we move our feet
\nAs we struggle beneath
\nThe masters yoke
\nWho with sullen eyes we meet
\nFriendly words seldom spoke.<\/p>\n

What must it be like, free to have been
\nTrade with honest merchants who were not mean
\nAnd among such people to live between
\nWho lived by Gods word
\nLike us destroyed by machine
\nThat made honesty a thing absurd.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Commentary on David Harbisons poem “Ma Ain Native Toun” Aye, in your time you seen it Disappear, bit by bit by bit Business comes not out of the grit And efforts of labours spent Or what resources we commit To what afore us went. Aye, capitalism is its name Money …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1094],"tags":[844,1095,2370],"class_list":["post-890","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ulster-scots","tag-passage-of-time-2","tag-ulster","tag-ulster-scots","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-em","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1705,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-weaver-poets-of-ulster\/","url_meta":{"origin":890,"position":0},"title":"The Weaver Poets of Ulster","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"12th May 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=XHfQif0_oMU Tribute to the Ulster Weavers...","rel":"","context":"In "Ulster Scots"","block_context":{"text":"Ulster Scots","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/ireland\/ulster-scots\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/XHfQif0_oMU\/0.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1236,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-weaver-poet-of-the-loom\/","url_meta":{"origin":890,"position":1},"title":"The Weaver Poet of the Loom","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"27th June 2008","format":false,"excerpt":"Ah, says he, to work I aught By loom to sit and weave some cloth And any poetic ideas passing he sought While in his room The weaver poet on paper caught That was by his loom. 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