Angels upon the brisk north wind sound like a ring-a-ding
Dark clouds upon the horizon threaten the tranquility
Rejoin the moss and heather in a sheltered Lee
Recognise the unrivalled beauty in this unspoilt land
Mountain tops and forest glades untouched by man's brutal hand
But be mindful of the past hidden by appearances
Many a man was broken by the Highland clearances
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