Poetic Writing of ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT © www.rkbpoetry.co.uk Born in Wolverhampton of English and Scottish parentage. He grew up on the Rough Hills Estate area of the town and his Scottish ancestral roots are in the Kingdom of Fife and Dundee. The author is now residing in Codsall, Staffordshire. Drawings, pictures and writing are copyright of the author Robbie Kennedy Bennett. A page for the Kennedy part of my ancestry. IF YOU ARE A KENNEDY. KENNEDY TIE. a poem of pride in wearing the Kennedy tartan at Hampden Park. SHE IS A KENNEDY FROM KIRKCALDY TH' YOUNG LASSIE FRAE K'CODDY
'A great page of reading Mr Kennedy', said Mr Cameron.
IF YOU ARE A KENNEDY ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett
If you are a Kennedy
Your tartan has been worn,
A product of your ancestry.
Challenged, protected and torn.
If you are a Kennedy
With tartan in your dress,
Wear it loud and wear it proud,
Wear it to impress.
Every woman, every man,
Wear your tartan when you can.
If you are a Kennedy,
Wear it for your clan.
© Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Kennedy Tartan
Property of RKB
KENNEDY TIE ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett
For a while I needed to stand alone
For a while my feelings were blown,
Way on high
In the Glasgow sky,
Thinking of ancestry unknown.
For a while I listened to voices around
For a while I felt like a King to be crowned,
Way on high
In the Glasgow sky,
My thoughts were blown with the sound.
As time passes by, I ask myself why
In my suit and my collar and Kennedy tie,
My heart is beating so proud
While drummers and pipers are playing out loud.
In my suit and my collar and Kennedy tie
The flag of St Andrews flying on high,
In my suit and my collar and Kennedy tie
I'll remember this day till I die.
SHE IS A KENNEDY FROM KIRKCALDY ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2006
She worked on a farm in her teenage years
Did she warm to Collessie or cry some tears
Were her clothes so smart or shoddy?
Only her name and not her face
Is all that I had for me to trace
She's a Kennedy from Kirkcaldy.
Yes I only knew her name,
Knowing where she's from but then became
Her blood runs through my body.
And what colour was her eyes and hair?
Deep inside she will be somewhere
She's a Kennedy from Kirkcaldy.
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TH' YOUNG LASSIE FRAE K'CODDY ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2006
She worked oan a farm in 'er teenage years
Did she warm tae Collessie or greit some tears?
Were 'er clothes so soiled an' shoddy?
Only a Lassie wi' a young sweet face
Did she lang tae wear robes ay satin and lace?
Th' young Lassie frae K'coddy.
Whit colour was 'er eyes an' hair?
Was she mirk ur was she fair?
Did she dance wi' anybody?
Th' young Lassie frae K’coddy.
When she went haem in 'er teenage years
Did she yearn fur Collessie an' greit some tears?
Did she leave behin' somebody?
Th' young Lassie frae K'coddy.
Nae matter ay 'er family name
An' who she courted an' then became
When she met an' married somebody
Th' young Lassie frae K'coddy.
Whit colour was 'er eyes an' hair?
Was she mirk ur was she fair?
'er bluid runs through my body,
Th' young Lassie frae K'coddy.
Kennedy Tie, She is a Kennedy From Kirkcaldy,Th' Young Lassie Frae K'coddy and
ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT ©
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IF YOU ARE A KENNEDY ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett
If you are a Kennedy
Your tartan has been worn,
A product of your ancestry.
Challenged, protected and torn.
If you are a Kennedy
With tartan in your dress,
Wear it loud and wear it proud,
Wear it to impress.
Every woman, every man,
Wear your tartan when you can.
If you are a Kennedy,
Wear it for your clan.
© Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Kennedy Tartan
Property of RKB
KENNEDY TIE ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett
For a while I needed to stand alone
For a while my feelings were blown,
Way on high
In the Glasgow sky,
Thinking of ancestry unknown.
For a while I listened to voices around
For a while I felt like a King to be crowned,
Way on high
In the Glasgow sky,
My thoughts were blown with the sound.
As time passes by, I ask myself why
In my suit and my collar and Kennedy tie,
My heart is beating so proud
While drummers and pipers are playing out loud.
In my suit and my collar and Kennedy tie
The flag of St Andrews flying on high,
In my suit and my collar and Kennedy tie
I'll remember this day till I die.
SHE IS A KENNEDY FROM KIRKCALDY ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2006
She worked on a farm in her teenage years
Did she warm to Collessie or cry some tears
Were her clothes so smart or shoddy?
Only her name and not her face
Is all that I had for me to trace
She's a Kennedy from Kirkcaldy.
Yes I only knew her name,
Knowing where she's from but then became
Her blood runs through my body.
And what colour was her eyes and hair?
Deep inside she will be somewhere
She's a Kennedy from Kirkcaldy.
Property of RKB
TH' YOUNG LASSIE FRAE K'CODDY ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2006
She worked oan a farm in 'er teenage years
Did she warm tae Collessie or greit some tears?
Were 'er clothes so soiled an' shoddy?
Only a Lassie wi' a young sweet face
Did she lang tae wear robes ay satin and lace?
Th' young Lassie frae K'coddy.
Whit colour was 'er eyes an' hair?
Was she mirk ur was she fair?
Did she dance wi' anybody?
Th' young Lassie frae K’coddy.
When she went haem in 'er teenage years
Did she yearn fur Collessie an' greit some tears?
Did she leave behin' somebody?
Th' young Lassie frae K'coddy.
Nae matter ay 'er family name
An' who she courted an' then became
When she met an' married somebody
Th' young Lassie frae K'coddy.
Whit colour was 'er eyes an' hair?
Was she mirk ur was she fair?
'er bluid runs through my body,
Th' young Lassie frae K'coddy.
Kennedy Tie, She is a Kennedy From Kirkcaldy,Th' Young Lassie Frae K'coddy and
ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT ©
www.rkbpoetry.co.uk