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Richard Lees
A few versus inspired by the view from the window of a night watchman’s hut on the boulevard above Old Kilpatrick


HOW LOVELY YON KILPATARICK HILLS
AS THE SUN DIPS IN THE SKY
TOWERIN HIGH ABUNE THE CLYDE, SAE PLEASIN’ TAE THE EYE
THE WOODED SLOPES, THE PASTURES GREEN
CATTLE GRAZING PEACEFULLY AND SERENE
IN CONTRAST TAE A’ THIS WORLDS ILLS
THE TRANQUILITY OF KILPATRICK HILLS

WHEN WREATHED IN EARLY MORNING MIST
THEIR SUMMIT AS YET BY SUN UNKISSED
THE FARMER CAI’S IN THE KYE FOR MILKIN
WHILE AHINT YON HEDGE A HARE IS SKULKIN
AND DOON BELOW THE VILLAGE KEEPS
HER TRYST WI “MORPHEUS” GOD OF SLEEP
AND OVERHEAD A SEAGULL SHRILLS
GOOD-MORNING TO KILPATRICK HILLS

LIKE A SENTINEL ON CONSTANT DUTY
A PICTURE UNSURPASSED FOR BEAUTY
GRIM, WHEN LASHED BY WINTERS STORM
IN SUMMER BEAUTIFUL, RADIANT AND WARM
YOUR FIELDS PROVIDE THE NOBLE FEAST
FOR GOD’S AIN CREATURES, BAITH MAN AND BEAST
I LIFT MY EYES, MY BOSOM FILLS
WI PRIDE IN YON KILPATRICK HILLS

AND NOW IN THE EVENING OF MY LIFE
I CAN TURN MY BACK ON CARE AND STRIFE
FOR BETTER BY FAR THAN A’ YER PILLS
A DAUNER AMONG YON KILPATRICK HILLS.

 

 

 

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