Ho! for the blades of Harden - by
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
/ Ho! for the driven kye!
/ The broken gate and the lances’ hate
/ …
Scottish Borders
The Comfort of the Hills - by
HEART! If you’ve a sorrow
/ Take it to the hills!
/ Lay it where the sunshine
/ …
The Land We Love - by
Just a line of blue hills to remember:
/ Just a valley one fails to forget,
/ Whether bound with…
A Scotch Night - by
If you chance to strike a gathering of half-a-dozen friends
/ When the drink is Highland whusky or some chosen Border blends,
/ And…
The Raiders - by
Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen
/ With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of…
The First Blue Day on the Border - by
As I came over the Harden hill
/ A whaup on the moor was whistling shrill
/ In his pride to be first recorder
/ Of…
Borders - by
That sound outside, near Sandyhills bridge,
/ along Barnhourie Burn, a high wild wailing
/ winding down to a long low growl of echo,
/ has…
The Road to Roberton - by
The hill road to Roberton: Ale Water at our feet,
/ And grey hills and blue hills that melt away and meet,
/ With…
Solway Tide - by
An unco sough i’ the gloamin’
/ An’ a flaff o’ risin’ win’,
/ A glisk o’ stoundin’ waters
/ …
‘By lone St. Mary’s silent lake’ - by
By lone St. Mary’s silent lake:
/ Thou know’st it well,—nor fen nor sedge
/ Pollute the pure lake’s crystal edge;
/ Abrupt and sheer, the…
The Banks of Fleet - by
I sing the bonny banks o Fleet,
/ Where Nature spreads her various treasure;…
North of Berwick - by
Slowly the sea is parted from the sky:
/ The light surprises, crinkling on the water.
/ The white sun hardens; cliffs solidify.
/ A long…