Here are some entries from our Highland Titles' Lairds, Lords and Ladies. Thank
you all for your entries - some have been absolutely brilliant and some aren't quite the normal limerick we were expecting, but we love them and we are very grateful to you all for taking part!
A fabulous wood in Glencoe
Had developers lined in a row
Highland Titles stopped that
With swift coup d'etat
Sanctuary from now, evermo'
Highalnd Titles' team sat down to tea
With a plan to save woodland and bee
With a flourish of pen
Fauna across the glen
Became residents permanently
A meeting of vole, eagle and deer
Sadly spoke the plain truth I now fear
"We will all be forced out
Without shadow of doubt
Uness helped by some humans, that's clear."
by LORD PAUL HATHAWAY
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In a wood by the lake there is peace
A piece of it giv'n to increase
The stature ofo this man
As little else can
And I am a fan, ne'er to cease
My cousin did give me this title
And I fly now as high as a kite will
For while we're not "kissing"
We're never about dis-ing
Else our friendship be less than vital
by GREG PERRIN
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There was a young Laird known as Nate
Who couldn't decide what to take
When he stood on the spot
Of his one-footered plot
That daring young Laird known as Nate
by LADY DIANNE RANKINE
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There was an old laird in Glencoe
Who was reputed to be a bit slow
Although he was fast
When chasing a lass
He didn't know where 'it' should go.
There is in the highlands a nice spot
Although it's not very hot
There are eagles and mice
And the trees are quite nice
Although the midgies are not.
There was an old laird in Glencoe
Whose knees did buckle and bow
But once he got started
He was never half hearted
Although progress could be rather slow.
by CLAIRE F. MULLIN
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There once was a lord from Glencoe,
Who was reputed to be a bit slow
Although he was fast
When chasing a lass
He didn't know where 'it' should go.
There is in the highlands a nice spot
Although it's not very hot
There are eagles and mice
And the trees are quite nice
Although the midgies are not.
There was an old laird in Glencoe
Whose knees did buckle and bow
But once he got started
He was never half hearted
Although progress could be rather slow.
by CLAIRE F. MULLIN
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There once was a lord from Glencoe,
Who used to be a plain old Joe Blow,
But after buying an estate,
And impressing his mate,
A walk or camp by the river he could go
There once was a girl from Oz,
Bought some highland estate because,
A lady she became,
But only in name,
A nice gift to herself it was.
To buy a piece of estate,
Feel good and increase the heart rate,
Just a visit at will,
Or a climb of Keil Hill,
Get on line fill out details and wait.
by FIONA RENNIE
by LORD NIGEL J. EYNON
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There once was a man who wasn't a Lord
But one day he found that he could afford
To become a Laird and his wife a Lady
In the woods of Glencoe he bought an estate
With a highland title for him and his mate
by JOHN PORTER
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There was an old Lord from Tasmania,
Who at wearing a kilt was a failure.
A good stiff breeze
had him knocking his knees
and flashing his royal regalia.
Who at wearing a kilt was a failure.
A good stiff breeze
had him knocking his knees
and flashing his royal regalia.
by ELSPETH LOVELL
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There was a young man from Padstow,
Who was feeling a little bit low,
So the Highland Titles Team,
Made short work of his dream,
Now he’s a Laird of Glencoe.
by LORD CHARLES YOUNG
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The wild Scots winds do blow,
Where the Salachan Burn doth flow,
And Buzzards fly,
High up in the sky,
O’er the woods of wee Glencoe.
by LADY JENNIFER YOUNG
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"Because of a wee plot in Glencoe
A title of Lady does bestow
One square foot does it measure
And that's not for pleasure
But rather one foot and a toe."
A title of Lady does bestow
One square foot does it measure
And that's not for pleasure
But rather one foot and a toe."
by LADY MARILYN GREGORY
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A ceilidh in Lochaber I Shall host
To all my ancestors, I will toast.
Green fields open wide
My kilt worn with pride.
My kilt worn with pride.
The best party in town, they will boast!
by LORD NIGEL J. EYNON
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There was a young lass from Glencoe,
content with life's ebb and flow
she didn't give a hoot
till she bought a square foot,
and now she's a lady you know.
A young lad would waken each day
a nonentity in every way,
but now life is grand
he's aquired some land
and now he's a Laird so they say.
These two had ideals in mind
of saving the stag and the hind
and animals and birds,
for no mere words
cam convey what they mean to mankind.
Should these verses ere win the day
who's the author? I hear people say.
It's not our Robbie
who penned them you see
but Lord Charles, from W.A.
content with life's ebb and flow
she didn't give a hoot
till she bought a square foot,
and now she's a lady you know.
A young lad would waken each day
a nonentity in every way,
but now life is grand
he's aquired some land
and now he's a Laird so they say.
These two had ideals in mind
of saving the stag and the hind
and animals and birds,
for no mere words
cam convey what they mean to mankind.
Should these verses ere win the day
who's the author? I hear people say.
It's not our Robbie
who penned them you see
but Lord Charles, from W.A.
by LORD CHARLES
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Wee plot
Worth a lot
Hearts singing
Were a jigging
Gods blessing
Worth a lot
Hearts singing
Were a jigging
Gods blessing
by LADY LEANNE BURGESS VILLOT
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There was a 'young' Lord called Dave Harris
whose job left him totally harassed
to Glencoe he did head
to rest and make his bed
also a wrong turn landed him in Paris!
There was a young Lord of Glencoe
who was sad and so full of woe
to Scotland he headed
some fair lasses he bedded
now some are beginning to show!
by LORD DAVE HARRIS
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I’m Lady Louise of Glencoe
I own Scottish land don’t you know
Of convict decent
On respect I’m hell bent
I hear you all saying Ooh!!
While watching morning tv
An epiphany came unto me
To buy something grand
In the Scottish Highland
And here I am as Gentry
by LORD and LADY CANNING
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There once were two commoners from Australia
Who thought their lives were failures
Until they became regal
and found it was legal
They’re now boating to Glencoe as sailors.
by LORD KEVIN N. J. ROGERS
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There once was a 64 year old lady
who loved a good laugh
But she laughed so heartily one day
She wee herself in the bath
So now she takes showers and no baths
by WAYNE CONNOLLY
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"She is Lady Julie of Glencoe
who is originally from Glasgow
she moved to Australia
where her accent failed her
but she can put one on so-so"
by LADY JULIE BAKER
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There was a young man from Australia
Resplendant in Highland regalia
Said the land you must save
For Scotland the Brave
Or the ghosts of your past will assail ya.
There once was a man from Down Under
Who walked through Glencoe in wide wonder
Its a title at last
For my ancestral past
With no need to pillage or plunder
by GARY HENDERSON
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There is a man from down under,
his heritage gives him his thunder,
Now he shares land,
with a wonderful band,
He'll never be driven asunder!
by LORD BRUCE ELLIS
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Laird Lachlan plays bagpipes a lot;
A most pleasant air, it is not.
We'd very much rather
He flew to Lochaber
And played on his very own plot!
by LACHLAN'S GRAN, AYRON TEED
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My Lord is a title I really enjoy
Although my estate is but only a toy.
Yet eagles are found there
And even the odd hare
On land that was trodden by mighty Rob Roy.
His title, you know, was Lord Whittet
He took great delight just to writ it.
His land it was small
But no matter at all,
His ego, at least, would just fit it!
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There once was was a Laird of Glencoe
His horse would niether come nor go
So he pulled on the tether
And gave it some heather
Now it goes and goes and goes.
by RON WILKINS
by RON WILKINS
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There once was a Lady of Glencoe
Who camped on Keil Hill in the snow
The wind blew so strong
Which carried her along
Ending up in Loch Linnhe below
by LADY JUDITH RUSSELL
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1 – Romantic thought Limerick
Whilst sitting alone at work
A place of immeasurable murk
I thought about Fens
And glorious green glens
With an ancient stony Kirk
2 – Southern Hemisphere Limerick
When wistfully wanting to see
The Scottish land that has come to me
Thought how can I go
To a land of so much snow
And a winter when summer should be!
3 – PNG Limerick
In the Eastern New Guinea Highlands
There stays an erstwhile young man
Whose wife thought it worthwhile
To get him a Scottish lairds Title
So he could show to all o’ his friends!
4 – Estate limerick
In a joint called Lochaber Estate
In what seemed like a strange twist of fate
A young colonial lad
His wife was rather glad
To get him the keys to the gate!
by LORD LEIGH DAVID MEAGHER
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Glencoe… where soars a grand eagle…
Be a Lord, or a Lady… it’s legal!
Own your own block,
On a beautiful Loch
And people will bow, ‘cause you’re Regal!
Be a Lord, or a Lady… it’s legal!
Own your own block,
On a beautiful Loch
And people will bow, ‘cause you’re Regal!
by LORD BINNINGTON
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Friends scheam a form of conveyance
To said plot resting on the ordinance
Bestowing a title Lordship of Lorne
To a commoner which he was born
Feeling royal even in his underpants
To said plot resting on the ordinance
Bestowing a title Lordship of Lorne
To a commoner which he was born
Feeling royal even in his underpants
by LORD WILLIAM CUTRO
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Little Lady Lulu from a far downunder isLAND
Feels honoured to hold her Highland Titles in her loving hands.
With ancestors aplenty, who once graced and fought on the Scottish lands,
Lady Lulu's bloodlines are rich and bonny and grand.
With the MacDonald's and the Wallaces being some of my distant clans,
Back to the great William, is as far back the search has spanned.
With pride I join with others; we own a piece of precious Lochaber land.
My Highland heritage preserved forever; one day on this proud land I'll stand.
Feels honoured to hold her Highland Titles in her loving hands.
With ancestors aplenty, who once graced and fought on the Scottish lands,
Lady Lulu's bloodlines are rich and bonny and grand.
With the MacDonald's and the Wallaces being some of my distant clans,
Back to the great William, is as far back the search has spanned.
With pride I join with others; we own a piece of precious Lochaber land.
My Highland heritage preserved forever; one day on this proud land I'll stand.
by LADY LOUISE PAGE
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There was an old lady from Glencoe
Who was rumoured to be an old pro
So when she purchased her title
And checked out her vitals
There was nowhere she couldnt go!
Gay was the chair of the board
With aspirations of being a Lord
So he kicked up his heels
And now does what he feels
And goes by the name of Gaylord!
Ms Middleton may be a Princess
Who can now live and shop to excess
But now I'm a lady
I wouldnt if you paid me
Marry William if Harry said Yes!
Who was rumoured to be an old pro
So when she purchased her title
And checked out her vitals
There was nowhere she couldnt go!
Gay was the chair of the board
With aspirations of being a Lord
So he kicked up his heels
And now does what he feels
And goes by the name of Gaylord!
Ms Middleton may be a Princess
Who can now live and shop to excess
But now I'm a lady
I wouldnt if you paid me
Marry William if Harry said Yes!
by RACHEL O'TOOLE
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An oz girl from New South Wales State
Saw land in Lachaber Highland Estate
She bought a small part
Her desire - her heart
A lady? no fear - onya mate!
Saw land in Lachaber Highland Estate
She bought a small part
Her desire - her heart
A lady? no fear - onya mate!
She has an environment slant
A dedicated tree they would plant
It's off to Glencoe
This Aussie will go
With a tent on her land she will camp
A dedicated tree they would plant
It's off to Glencoe
This Aussie will go
With a tent on her land she will camp
Trisha is an aussie you know
Who left her warm heart in Glencoe
She may be a Campbell
But she wants to ramble
Higland Titles - all systems go!
Who left her warm heart in Glencoe
She may be a Campbell
But she wants to ramble
Higland Titles - all systems go!
by LADY TRISHA CAMPBELL
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FROM A LORD AND LADY DOWN UNDER
A husband and wife from far away
Sought reason to strut and sashay
Now with titles anew
“Common folk” they eschew
And with the famous and rich they now play
by PETER JOHNSTONE
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There is a wee laddie of Perth,
Who purchased a smidgeon of earth.
Now he's a Laird,
Just 'cos he cared
That nature not suffer in dearth
Who purchased a smidgeon of earth.
Now he's a Laird,
Just 'cos he cared
That nature not suffer in dearth
by CHARLES JOHNSTON
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Bonnie would be a fine house
among grouse, to share with one’s spouse
but we need some more moor
for the hame we’ll adore
och aye, such a house would be grouse!
How grand to be walking the track
down Salachan Burn by Bealach
to finally locate
our bonnie estate
wind whistling, “Come ye back!”
There’s a rumour we want laid to rest
that we bought our square foot just in jest
but we really love it
so much that we covet
one hundred square feet of the best
By Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Loch Leven
I will go, by heather tracks with heaven
in their wiles. Should
I come to Glencoe Wood,
I’ll find plot A three thousand and eleven
Behold leaping ladies and lords
flinging legs up over crossed swords
delighting in owning
their part of the zoning
a Glencoe Woods title accords
A Lord and Lady of Glencoe
Had outgrown their square foot, and so…
They entered this quest
This limerick their best
And prayed their landholdings would grow.
He said you should call me “your lordship”!
As he took on entitlement airs,
He’d got a square foot *
And a title to boot,
Just to pass on to his heirs!
Lord Dave of Lochaber Estate
Lived ‘down under’ and was a ‘good mate’;
Lord of a square foot
He had nowhere to put
His bbq tongs and beer crate.
by LORD DAVID and LADY DIANA FAYLE
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1. Censored Version
A small piece of land in Lochaber Highland estate,
This earned me the title of 'Lord' which is great,
Small but serene,
It has to be seen,
No matter the size it's sealed my fate!
2. Uncensored Funny Version
A Small piece of Land in Lochaber Highland Estate,
Has earned me the title of 'Lord' which is great,
A foot of Land, a tuft of grass!!!
Barely enough to wipe my ass!
One things for sure that tuft has sealed my fate!
by LORD JASON JENNETH KISOGLOO
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There was a wee Laird of Glencoe,
Who considered the English his foe.
They tried to invade.
But he took his blade.
And caused them a great deal of woe.
by CELTIC MURPHY
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FROM LORD JOSHUA
There once was a poor lad from Perth,
Who was dowdy from the day of his birth,
Then his aunt bought Highland land,
With a title in hand,
And now this Lord is filled with great mirth.
Before there was Highland estates,
I just went to the pub with my mates,
But now I’m a Lord,
I never am bored,
And I drink French champagne by the crates!
FROM LORD LACHLAN
A lowly born chap in Australia,
Who was never much more than a sailor,
Bought land in Glencoe,
With a title you know,
And now he wears Grand Lord regalia
Dear Highland Titles I love you,
And from this Dinky Di and True Blue,
Before being a Lord,
On the shelf I was stored,
But now the ladies are round me like glue!
by JOSHUA STEPHEN O'BRIEN
and LACHLAN WILLIAM O'BRIEN
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LADY SUZANNE HAS JOINED THE CLAN AT GLENCOE,
LOVE THE AIR FROM THERE
SO FREASH SO BARE ....
IN WONDERMENT AND JOY PROUDLY BELLOW
LOCHABER HIGHLAND ESTATES , FOR ME AND MY FELLOW
by LADY SUE JURJ
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There was a young Lord of Glencoe
To the Highlands he wanted to go,
So bought an Estate ,
That he thought that was great,
To the environment he had it bestowed.
There was a young Lady from Oz
Who bought Scottish land just because?
She thought Highland Land
Was totally grand
And got Titled as well for her plot.
by LORD ROBERT CHARLES LAWRENCE
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