Divena Collins

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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