King of the Glen
King of the Glen
Back then, when I was a swain,
I pranced across the heath and strath.
Hither and thither I would skiddle
Through the bluebells, thistles, and grass.
Back then, when men had ambitions,
Many of them were fools, I thought,
Dancing about the dale in a shout
As if they were kings or something else.
Back then, I admit I was no saint
And looked the reverend in the face
And said, “Praise me! I see chariots
Of fire in space,” and then laughed in jest.
In the day, I wore my coat thick;
“This was mine, and nobody would take it.”
Back then, when men were men,
I was the king of the glen!
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Notes:
Swain: A swain (country youth) is a young lover or suitor.
Heath: A heath is an area of open uncultivated land of coarse grasses, heather, thistles, etc.
Strath: A strath is a broad, shallow mountain valley usually with a stream or river flowing through it.
Hither and thither: “Hither and thither” means in various directions, especially in a disorganized way (hither: this place and thither: that place.)
Skiddling: To skiddle is to waste time by pretending to be busy or not doing anything constructive.
Dale: A dale is a valley, especially a broad one in a hilly area. It is more of depression between hills.
Glen: A glen is a narrow and deeper valley as compared to a strath, usually found in a secluded area.
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