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Frae Hill Tae Glen....Burns Sonnet Softly the heather wanders upon the hill Many ha'e trod the path of scots clansmen The highlands have remained the same still; Babbling burns flow down t'wards the glen Many a Scottish ballad had there been sung Lifting their spirits with pride upon the land The pride of pipers reeled a final command Ballads shall still be heard in Gaelic tongue; Loud the beat of drums that rolled in battle When clansmen fought for rights believed They spake with claymores nae mair in prattle Where many a braw lass was left bereaved; They are still heard weeping tears of sorrow Tho' latter days of grief survives the morrow. |
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