Meet Me By the Sheiling Lass ©
Patrick Scott Hogg
Tell me hae ye been, my lass
Whar the rowan and bracken grow
On the Ben across the moor, my lass
Where the Winter sheds her snow?
Old Clachans are now rubble dear
Good people forced to leave -
But the beauty o' this landscape
Must be seen to be believed.
Meet me by the sheiling lass
That looks o'er the winding river;
We'll climb tae the bothy lass
Where the rocks endure forever.
In the shadow o the mountain, lass
Hangs a heavy hearted mist
In the gloaming ye should see it lass
By the river softly kissed.
Ay ma bonnie lassie O
Ye can hear the ghostly calling
Their spirits haunt these glens at night
The rain's their tears a-falling.
They starved and died in Sutherland
Or to America they fled;
On bridal boats from Glasgow toun
Where last farewells were said:
One day the pain will leave this land
The rocks will weep and sing -
So lass, hold out your tender hand
And accept this wedding ring.
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