Lassie From Loch Lomond
O're the rock strewn shores of Loch Lomond, upon the glaciered northern rock,
A lonely, barren, desolate stand, refuge to ancient Gaelic stock.
In this land o're grown with heath, tween' a realm named Rannoch Liath,
On a misty, dreary cairn,
There lived a lassie near the peaks, whose life of toil was one forlorn.
Sheltered in her little cabin warm, protected from the highland storm -
Just a lowly peasant serf -
Whose kin was of this barren earth.
A lovely lass, her hair of gold, imprisoned in a life on hold - she could not run,
Nor could she hide;
Her life of drudgery she would abide.
Yet, hoping to abscond this highland moor, and this desolate, barren scape,
Pleading for an opportunity, a sanction to escape.
Villagers said, they saw her go that bitter night - carrying a lantern with her,
ascending to the heights.
They said they didn't stop her, they thought she went for wood;
no one ever saw her, vanishing that night.
aabb July 31, 2016
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