English poem
Schiehallion
by Herbert Trench (1865–1923)
Far the grey loch runs Up to Schiehallion. Lap, lap the water flows Where my wee boatie rows; Greenly a star shows Over Schiehallion.
She that I wander’d wi’ Over Schiehallion,— How far ayont your ken, Crags of the merry glen, Stray’d she, that wander’d then Down fra Schiehallion!
Sail of the wild swan Turn to Schiehallion! Here where the rushes rise Low the black hunter lies; Beat thou the pure skies Back to Schiehallion!