“It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand.”
Robert Burns (1759–1796) Scottish poet and lyricist
It Was A' for Our Rightfu' King, st. 1
Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787-1796)
Song lyrics, Blonde on Blonde (1966), Visions of Johanna
“It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand.”
Robert Burns (1759–1796) Scottish poet and lyricist
It Was A' for Our Rightfu' King, st. 1
Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787-1796)
Bruce Springsteen (1949) American singer and songwriter
"Backstreets"
Song lyrics, Born to Run (1975)
Arthur C. Clarke A Time Odyssey
Source: 2000s and posthumous publications, A Time Odyssey, Time's Eye (2003), Chapter 21, “Return to Jamrud” (p. 181)
John Carder Bush (1944) British artist; brother of Kate Bush
This portion of the track "Jig of Life" on his sister Kate's album Hounds of Love (1985) was actually written as well as spoken by JCB.
Jig of Life (1985)
Context: Can't you see where memories are kept bright?
Tripping on the water like a laughing girl.
Time in her eyes is spawning past life,
One with the ocean and the woman unfurled,
Holding all the love that waits for you here.
Catch us now for I am your future.
A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land.
Come over here to where When lingers,
Waiting in this empty world,
Waiting for Then, when the lifespray cools.
For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave,
And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools.
We are of the going water and the gone.
We are of water in the holy land of water
And all that's to come runs in
With the thrust on the strand.
Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer
This is the portion of "Jig of Life" which was actually written as well as spoken by Kate's brother John Carder Bush.
Song lyrics, Hounds of Love (1985), The Ninth Wave
Context: Can't you see where memories are kept bright?
Tripping on the water like a laughing girl.
Time in her eyes is spawning past life,
One with the ocean and the woman unfurled,
Holding all the love that waits for you here.
Catch us now for I am your future.
A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land.
Come over here to where When lingers,
Waiting in this empty world,
Waiting for Then, when the lifespray cools.
For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave,
And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools.
We are of the going water and the gone.
We are of water in the holy land of water
And all that's to come runs in
With the thrust on the strand.
Terence V. Powderly (1849–1924) American mayor
"The Organization of Labor," http://ebooks.library.cornell.edu/cgi/t/text/pageviewer-idx?c=nora;cc=nora;g=moagrp;xc=1;q1=The%20Organization%20of%20Labor;rgn=full%20text;cite1=Powderly;cite1restrict=author;view=image;seq=0122;idno=nora0135-2;node=nora0135-2%3A2 North American Review, vol. 135, no. 2, whole no. 309 (Aug. 1882), pp. 119.
“Wind is lord and change is sovereign of the strand.”
Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909) English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic