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In Rosslyn's Glen

    By W.B. Joseph Lang ( copyrighted)        

In Rosslyn’s Glen

When the licht i' the lift gauns aa stottery,

Braw Rosslyn's glen wad be nae mair.

Then aa the warld wad quit it's rotary an aa wad

                                                          dee.

Aa thing aa whaur wad be turned tae stoor

And time wad birl intill it's langest hoor,

Ner wad we sit in yon flower bower again,

                                  in Rosslyn's glen

The Esk wad gie ower it's sweet churmurmin'

And cannie nannies stop their burmerin'

The stoot castle waa's wad aa be tummilin'

                 oot ower the king fisher's nest.

Then hind and stag wad freeze intil bleck bleck

                                               naethin'

Braw leaves and trees wad never be.

Then I wad greet ayont eternaty

                      For Rosslyn's Glen!

By W.B. Joseph Lang  (copyrighted)

Past-Master, Rosslyn-St,Clair#606,

Laird of Dalhousie Chapter# 500

In Rosslyn’s Glen

When the light in the sky staggers,

Beautiful Rosslyn’s Glen would be no more.

Then all the world would quit it’s rotation and

There would be nothing as it would be turned to dust

And time would rotate into it’s longest hour,

Never would we sit in yonder flower bower again,

In Rosslyn’s Glen

The Esk would give over its’  sweet murmuring

And the Bumblebees stop their buzzing

The stout castle would be tumbling

Out over the kingfishers nest.

The doe and the stag would freeze until black,

Black nothing

Broad leaves and trees would never be.

Then I would greet yonder eternity

For Rosslyns Glen!