Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree, Thou’lt aye be dear to me Entwined thou art wi’ mony ties O’ hame and infancy. Thy leaves were aye the first of spring Thy flowers the simmer’s pride There wasna sich a bonnie tree In a’ the country side. Oh! Rowan tree.

So, once again Scotland don’t quite make it. Do I care ? No, not really. They fought valiantly. They led both Argentina and the Saxon strangers until the last few minutes and then threw it away. Both matches were replete with drama and dull would he be of  soul who could pass by games  so touching in their majesty.

The emphasis on winning is too dominant methinks. “It is the result that counts.” Martin Johnson. “Winning is the only important thing.” Edwina Currie. “Who remembers the runner up in the World Cup?” J.B Priestley.

We sat aneath thy spreadin' shade, The bairnies round thee ran, They pu'd thy bonnie berries red, and necklaces they strang; My mother, oh! I see her still She smil'd our sports to see, Wi' little Jeannie on her lap, and Jamie at her knee. Oh! Rowan tree.

The Rowan Tree would loose against Sitka Spruce but does that belittle its beauty in any way?

England win. "Now I'm at home and at home I do lay Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay I'll hop a good ship and be on my way And bring back my fortune to Islay."

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