Dancing down thy glen so grassy,
Leaping light by cliff and cairn,
Gleesome as a muirland lassie.
Singing by the Roman moat,
Neighbours ye’ve been lang together,
Sadd’ning memories vex thee not,
Lilting blithely through the heather.
Seaward wandering, bright and free,
Dreaming not of Old World story;
Fallen empire’s nought to thee,