As on the deep, by Glen da Roe.
Glen Etive!
Whose sunny slopes these waters lave,
The rising sun we seemed to hold.
As in a fold, in Glen Etive.
Glen Masaun!
Love to all those who here were born!
Across thy peak, at twilight’s fall,
The cuckoos call, in Glen Masaun.
Farewell, dear Land,