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CROSSANS ~ Hellraisers of Castlemilk

The Tale

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Pt. I - Crossans
Scotland
Celtic Myths
Gàidhlig
My Family
Hellraisers
Karrie Brigitte
Dedication
Farewell
Memories
Pt. II - Prologue
Sorrow's Journey
Living Years
Razor's Edge
Tempestuous
Stark Raving Madness
Shattered Illusions
Storms of Fate
Pt. III - Preface
Ch.1 - Dublin
Ch.2 - Rose
Ch.3 - James
Ch.4 - Sons of the Gael
Ch.5 - Glasgow
Hellions' Crucible
Ch.6 - The Hellraisers
The Tale
Sláinte
A Scot's Farewell
Our Story
Love a Crossan
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“He was older than the days he had seen

And the breaths he had drawn.

He linked the past with the present,

And the eternity behind him throbbed through him

In a mighty rhythm to which he swayed

As the tides and seasons swayed.

 

 

It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires.

It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness,

And he was aware of wild yearnings

And stirrings for he knew not what.

 

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And not only did he learn by experience,

But instincts long dead became alive again.

 

Faithfulness and devotion,

Things born of fire and roof, were his;

Yet he retained his wildness and wiliness.

He was a thing of the wild.”

 

 

Call of the Wild

Jack London

 

 

 

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The wild at heart.…

 

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Upon these hearts ~ sorrow falls,

 

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Memory's pain,

 

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And though against their will,

 

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Even in their own defiance,

 

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Comes wisdom in that sorrow.

 

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And so begins the tale of the Crossans

  Hellraisers of Castlemilk

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  Our fury and our passions-

they are good servants,

but bad masters.

 

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But to see her was to love her,

Love but her, and love forever.

 

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Had we never lov’d say kindly,

Had we never lov’d say blindly.

 

Never met – or never parted,

We had ne’er been broken-hearted.

 

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Who shall say that fortune grieves him,

While the star of hope she leaves him?

 

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He loved the pilgrim soul in you,

 

And loved the sorrows

Of your changing face.

 

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Deep in heart-wrung tears,

I’ll pledge thee.

 

Warring sighs and groans,

I’ll wage thee.

 

 

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Ae fond kiss,

 And then we sever;


A farewell, alas, forever!

 

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There is an ecstasy that marks the

summit of life,

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and beyond which life cannot rise.

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And such is the paradox of living,

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This ecstasy comes when one is most alive,

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and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.

 

 

 

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Has no one said those daring, kind eyes

should be more learn'd?

 

 

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Or warned you how despairing

the moths are when they are burned?

 

I could have warned you;

but you are young.

 

 

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O you will take whatever's offered

and dream that all the world's a friend,

 

Suffer as your mother suffered,

be as broken in the end.

 

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But I am old and you are young,

And I speak a barbarous tongue.

 

 

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And so be great...

To bear up under loss,

 

 

 

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To fight the bitterness of defeat

 

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And the weakness of grief,

 

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To be victor over anger,

 

 

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To smile when tears are close,

 

 

 

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To go on when it would seem

Good to die,

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To look up with unquenchable

Faith in something evermore.

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That is what any man can do,

And so be great.

 

 

 

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A trampling troop;

See them come,

 

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In one vast squadron they advance!
The steeds rush on in plunging pride…

 

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When a majority of the people are hungry and cold,

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they will take by force what they need.

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And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history:

repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

The Grapes of Wrath

John Steinbeck

 

 

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It was the spring of our hope,

It was the winter of our despair,

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We had everything before us,

We had nothing before us,

 

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We were all going direct to Heaven,

We were all going direct the other way . . .

 

A Tale of Two Cities

Charles Dickens

 

 

 

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They were tame, they were wild.

 

They were loyal, they were rebels.

They were bold, they were reckless.

 

They were friends, they were foes.

They were angels, they were devils.

 

They were brave, they were foolish.

They were saints, they were sinners.

 

They were sons, they were brothers, 

They were the Crossans,

 

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The Hellraisers of Castlemilk 

 

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Fiercely they loved  

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And fiercely they fought,

 

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And nothing

 

 

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between Heaven and Hell

 

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would ever defeat them.

 

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To be continued…

 

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