Kelphope Glen

O sing no o' mountains and wild raging seas
O swift swelling torrents or cliffs grim and hie
But sing o' the burnies the hill shepherds ken
O sing o' the beauty of lone Kelphope Glen
I hae seen ye, fair Kelphope, in summer's sae bricht
In the still autumn evenings by the harvest
moon's licht
And when winter's brave tempest swept ower
Scourin Den
And when spring blooms hae decked ye, o lone
Kelphope Glen
I hae gumped in your waters, a bit callant
at school
I hae sought oot the whaup's nests in moorland
and hill
Through yer green paths I've wandered in the
gloaming hours when
Love made twa hearts lighter in lone Kelphope Glen
Sing nae o' mountains and wild raging seas
Swift swelling torrents and cliffs grim and hie
O but sing o' the burnies the shephers ken
O sing o' the beauties o' lone Kelphope Glen