SONGS OF THE GEOLOGICAL SOCIETY.
Adapted by a Late President.
Air.—"O a' the Airts the Wind can blaw."
O a' the airts the wind can blaw
I dearly like the west,
For there Silurian beds abound,
The beds that I lo'e best;
There's limestone blue, and sandstone too,
Wi' slate and shale between.
And deep below, the coarse grits go,
Wi' purple slates and green.