A song for Yarrow. How to start?
It must be written from the heart,
And how to tell in one short tale
The story of the Yarrow vale?
An ancient minstrel, so they tell
Did sing the song of Yarrow well.
Faint echoes of his songs yet last
To tell the tale of Yarrow’s past.
The minstrel now is gone; but still
When summer lights the Tinnis hill
And heather blooms on Newark’s braes
The ear can sense his ancient lays
For Yarrow as it rolls along
Still carries on the minstrel’s song.