Daily Poem: Ettrick ~ Alicia Ann Spottiswoode, Lady John Scott
Ettrick
~Alicia Ann Spottiswoode, Lady John Scott
When we first rade down Ettrick,
Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing,
The waters were singing, the sun was glancing,
An’ blithely our hears rang out thegither,
As we brushed the dew frae the blooming heather,
When we first rade down Ettrick.
When we next rade down Ettrick,
The day was dying, the wild birds calling,
The wind was sighing, the leaves were falling,
An’ silent and weary, but close thegither,
We urged our steeds thro’ the faded heather,
We we next rade down Ettrick.
When I last rade down Ettrick,
The winds were shifting, the storm was waking,
The snow was drifting, my heart was breaking,
For we never again were to ride thegither,
In sun or storm on the mountain heather,
When I last rade down Ettrick.
Ettrick Scotland in Snow. Image from BordersHolidayLets.Co.Uk
