Fitted to a tune by John Walker, Return to Glen Brae.
I have been informed that the tune Return to Glen Brae can not be played on bagpipes.
Mr. Walker and myself reached an impasse but one or two people think there is a song there.
Vast granite range, cerulean loch, province of Munro and Ben.
Patrolled by the eagle, ranged by the stag, domain of renowned martial men.
Grim, ancient castle, dark, weeping glen, long held by the targe and the blade
Roused by the piper, whiskies galore, famed for both thistle and plaid.
Undaunted by toils, and secure in our strength,
By ancient traditions defined
With faith in the future and pride in our past,
Steadfast of purpose and mind.
Fair northern beauty, dark Celtic lass, decorum and custom attend,
Courteous greet to hearth and to hall, both the outlander and friend.
Tattoos at The Castle, games at Brae mar, sunsets on Minch wave and Isle
Festival culture, unbridled Fringe, meander the famed Royal Mile
Our music is marshal, our culture unique,
With kilt and pipe we drew forth.
The fiercest of men in their fastness afar,
Harkened to Cock of the North.
Welcome to Scotland from near and far, come ye to tour or to trade.
Culture and history richly imbibe, come to where legends were made
See where the legends are made
David Kelly | Poetry & Short Stories 