Older thou than Roman glory.
I have roamed by silver Tweed,
Stately Clyde majestic rushing,
Strayed where Highland rivers speed
O’er their rocky channels gushing.
Nane can sing a sang like thine,
Nane can dance so light and airy,
Nane can cheer this heart o’ mine
Like thee, thou merry mountain fairy.
William Gardiner.