Scottish Poetry Selection
- The Hayloft
Through the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder high,
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.
The green and sweetly smelling crops
They led the waggons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
For mountaineers to roam.
Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High:-
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier than I!
O what joy to clamber there,
O what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay.
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?
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