Nette Onclaud, Princess To Be Queen

The Highlands, our Kingdom, our many Lochs and Glens Our beauty woos fair maidens to be at the side of Highland men Their futures to be part of our history, Queens to our many Clans As we stand and salute the Saltire, by the side of their Highlander man Such a Princess exists, in a far away land from the Scot's To our shores we'll grace her beauty, once seen, forget me not Onclaud, by the name Nette, shall stand by her Alba man Upon a Ben she'll stand so proud, admiring the lands of her married Clan She'll walk through purple heathers, thickened by natures sun Amidst ferns and ancient bracken's by burns so crisp in run By her side he stands this man, kilted displaying his kin Claymore at the ready to grace his enemies skin His Queen, their Kingdom, their Castle, resting on the shores of the River Ness Overlooking forests and greens, salmon runs in richness finesse When the night befalls these lands, in the Kingdom of the Lochs and Glens It's understandable as to why they be wooed, by these historic Highlander men http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-6.php