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Hazel Whyte
| Scottish Rivers |
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| Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads |
| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |
| Scottish Rivers The way English rivers flow a lazy winding way Through marshes gold with buttercups, and meadows sweet with hay The level land lies round them, and their banks are broad and low and there is depth and stillness, where the English rivers flow. But our sturdy Scottish rivers, they come tumbling from the bens Like a crowd of happy children, to make music in the glens. The mountain mist surrounds them and moorlands heather flanks and the bending of the birches is a beauty on their banks. They breast the barring boulders in their eagerness to be The one before the other in the bosom of the sea. They clutch the red-scaured edges and they trample down the clay And the thunder of their footsteps is a shout to clear the way. The sparkling Scottish rivers, when they win to open ground Go tinkling through the lowlands, over pebbles rolled and round Go laughing through the lowlands like the gipsy folks they are Till they lose their white foam garlands to the waves across the bar. |
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