Originally posted by Badwater http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTjKWq9Gges
Master you grace the forums with you're presence! i lost a game to Andrew Hamilton because the Gods were displeased, but after offering up some fresh incense we shall reap our rewards on the plains of Marathon, in the sight of mount Olympus, i have not forgotten my promise to make you a famous chess teacher!
Originally posted by robbie carrobie Master you grace the forums with you're presence! i lost a game to Andrew Hamilton because the Gods were displeased, but after offering up some fresh incense we shall reap our rewards on the plains of Marathon, in the sight of mount Olympus, i have not forgotten my promise to make you a famous chess teacher!
This is a calling to the Scheveningen warriors all around this site.
Brothers and Sisters that you bow to this noble Paulsen's cult
Raise, raise raise
And hunt down the miserable White 1.e4 woosies wi the noble 1. ...c5!
Now join arms and hail together bowing to our noble cult:
Tir nam Beann, nan Gaisgeach,
’s nan Gleann,
’S i Tir nan Gaisgeach a th’ann!
π΅
Originally posted by black beetle This is a calling to the Scheveningen warriors all around this site.
Brothers and Sisters that you bow to this noble Paulsen's cult
Raise, raise raise
And hunt down the miserable White 1.e4 woosies wi the noble 1. ...c5!
Now join arms and hail together bowing to our noble cult:
Tir nam Beann, nan Gaisgeach,
’s nan Gleann,
’S i Tir nan Gaisgeach a th’ann!
π΅
i will now try to play Scheveningen in honour of the nobility of this post!, but it seems like the French defense in disguise! and what does this spattering of the language of the ancient Gaels purport to mean? is it a war cry as i suspect!π
Originally posted by robbie carrobie i will now try to play Scheveningen in honour of the nobility of this post!, but it seems like the French defense in disguise! and what does this spattering of the language of the ancient Gaels purport to mean? is it a war cry as i suspect!π
A translation is:
"...And the Land of the Mountains, the Heroes, the Glens,
Such is the land of the Heroes."
They are the last two strophes of "Ar Tir" (Our Land), a poem written by Iain Rothachπ