Brothers Both he and brother Roderick, Two good Scottish lads struck; Angus fatally, but Roddy not, Roddy is more fortunate Scot. Eternally remembering, loved, Lost and injured are beloved; Quietly calmly contemplative, As done, knew and meditative. Revered through passing ages, While lacing histories pages; Angus's memories truly last, Always echoing through past. Safely you walk in freedom, And welcome as if you come; Here in freedom, as was won, Can bask in freedom's sun. Ewenart © Ewen A Morrison {Angus and Roderick were Scottish brothers}