UP on t’ moor-tops,
Wheer cotton-grass grow,
On pitch-black bogs,
Like patches of snow,
A laverock’s singin’
High oot of seet-
Aa! but his singin’
Falls varra sweet
Into my heart.
Lile singer, like thee
I cannot sing
Whiles I can win free
Fra’ my ain folk:
Some singers mun dare
T’ girt lonelinesses
Of unmapped air.
To t’ homin’ heather,
We baith belang,
But leave it we mun
When fashionin’ sang.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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