Ettrick

Ettrick – Words Alicia Ann Spottiswoode/tune K. Rusby

When we first rode down Ettrick

Our bridles were ringing,

Hearts dancing, sun glancing,

Waters singing.

And blithely our hearts

They rang out together,

As we brushed the dew

Off from the blooming heather.

When first we rode down Ettrick.

When next we rode down Ettrick,

The day it was dying,

Birds calling, leaves falling,

Wind was sighing.

And silent and weary,

But closer together,

As we pushed our steeds

On through the fading heather.

When next we rode down Ettrick.

When last I rode down Ettrick,

The winds they were shifting,

My heart breaking, storm waking,

Snow was drifting.

For we never again,

Will ride out together,

Through sun, storm

Or on the mountain heather.

When last I rode down Ettrick.

When we first rode down Ettrick

Our bridles were ringing,

Hearts dancing, sun glancing,

Waters singing.

And blithely our hearts

They rang out together,

As we brushed the dew

Off from the blooming heather.

When first we rode down Ettrick.