A Jacobite ring that bore a super secret cypher to prove the allegiance of its wearer to Bonnie Prince Charlie was sold for £12,200.
If you remember as well I as do cos I was there as mentioned in a previous post somewhere the little Italian fruit Bonnie Prince Charlie ran away at the battle of Culloden in 1746, back to the continent to drink, boast and live off the wealth of others and to become a romantic historical figure . Culloden was the last battle to be fought on British (or rather Scottish) soil.
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damn you, i was enjoying my breakfast up to that point.
Lay off the habañero sauce.
Try sitting in a vat of yogurt to cool down.
I would never buy a fake ring.
Bonnie Prince Charlie was a clever dude then, unlike othere who died for and against King and country- not something I would die for. I've got a lot more cop-on than that;-) ;-)
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"For a soldier, he leads a very fine life,
And he always is blessed with a charmin’ young wife,
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife,
And he always lives pleasant and charmin',
And a soldier, he always is decent and clean,
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen.
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean,
And sup on thin gruel in the morning."
"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes,
For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose,
But you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning,
And although that we're single and free,
We take great delight in our own company,
and we have no desire strange places to see,
Although that your offers are charming.
5. "And we have no desire to take your advance,
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance,
For ye would have no scruples for to send us to France,
Where we would get shot without warning,"
"Oh no," says the Sergeant. "I'll have no such chat,
And I neither will take it from spalpeen or brat,
For if you insult me with one other word,
I'll cut off your heads in the morning."
6. And then Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs,
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning.
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides,
We flung them as far as we could in the tide,
"Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride,
"And temper their edge in the mornin'!"
7. And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow,
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow,
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll,
And bade it a tedious returning,
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I have no idea where you get these images, but I would be very afeared of being infected with viruses and blindness from these sites.
I believe this picture is illegal in at least 6 States.
I now need to go find something to wipe up the coffee I spit all over my screen as this popped up.
bittersweat you lets hope you weren't having coco pops.
MJ what flavour of yogurt?
sean St Crispin speech lad, don't ya want to die in battle?
peychicgeek I use protection, its too late for my eyes and hairy hands.
a boxer let me guess Texas is one of them, you should learn to handle yer drink more.
inner tube damning the damned is a double negective so i accept yer blessing.
Ah yes, Goatse... never fails to shock.
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