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A LAMENT
They sleep afar from their Scottish hames
By the Deveron, Don and Dee
The Straths and Glens and Hieland hills
They ne’er again shall see.
The north sea tides will ebb and flow
Neath moons that wax and wane
But brave McLean and his kilted men
Will never come hame again.
The rolling mists on Cabrach side
Where deep the spring snow lies
Trails sadly o’er the white rapped peaks
Where Deveron’s waters rise.
An there seems to be a moaning
In Don and Silvery Dee and
There seems to be a sobbing in the ever moving sea.
You will find oor gallant Gordons
Across the North sea wave
For they fell afar on Flanders fields
And they rest in a Flanders’ grave.
They fain would have slept neth the heather bells
By the Deveron, Don and Dee
They fain would have slept where Gaudier ins at the
back o’ Benachie.
The centuries may onward roll,
To time we ne’er shall see
Yet those that fell on Flanders fields,
Will not forgotten be.
With pride light flashin in each eye,
The story will be told,
Of How the GORDONS fought and fell,
In the brave days of old.
But they sleep afar from their Scottish Homes,
By Deveron, Don and Dee,
The Straths and Glens and Hielan Hills,
They ne’er again shall see.
The North sea tides shall ebb and blow
Neath moons that wax and wane
But brave McLean and his kilted men
Will never come hame again.
A Doric Poem
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