CLOVA

We took the road by Kirriemuir to Angus’s bonnie glens

Glen Isla ,Glen Prosen, Glen Clova, I long to see you again

We tramped the hills through heather bells and saw the red deer roam

And the curlew called to tell us all that we were welcome home.

We climbed the Snub to gaze upon Loch Brandy’s shimmering pool

Then up Green Hill 2000 feet where the air is fresh and cool

 The mountain hare was standing there like a statue made of stone

Then we returned to Clova where we were welcome home

From a hole in the dyke at the side of the road two wide eyes peered from a small head

She opened her mouth, bared her teeth, snarled at me and said

Don’t come near me I’ve bairnies three I’ll put ye tae the test

I carried on and left her alone the stoat was guarding her nest

Dusk was nigh when an eagle dived upon unsuspecting prey

And the oyster catchers sang their song by the river the live long day

And the herons flight was a wonderous sight as he rose from the river side

And as we gazed on my friend turned and said ‘ This is where man maun bide’

For years ago this glen was full o people like you and me

They lived by the laws that nature laid doon they lived and loved for free

They drove cattle and whiskey frae Ballater and ower Jocks Road frae Braemar

And on mid summers day they watched the sun come up frae the tap o Lochnagar

And on mid summer’s day we’ll watch the sun come up from the tap o Lochnagar

John Malcolm