I don’t quite know what to say, / what I should say. / I wish I’d told you / all…
We gaed thegither through the rye
/ As gloaming dusked the dell,
/ He clamb the dyke, I wadna try,
/ And sae I said farewell.
i.m. Julie Betty Rowan
/ Early autumn the school trunk would re-appear
/ as if to say summer was over, time for my sister…
/ So, we’ll go no more a-roving
/ So late into the night,
/ Though the heart be still as loving,
Today the breakers are clear,
/ sharp, sure in the sun.
/ And out there, in the squint of distance,
/ the waves…