The Wild Geese Poem by Violet Jacob

'O TELL me what was on yer road, ye roarin norlan' Wind,
As ye cam blawin frae the land that's niver frae my mind?
My feet they traivel England, but I'm deein for the north.'
'My man, I heard the siller tides rin up the Firth o Forth.'
'Aye, Wind, I ken them weel eneuch, an fine they fa' an rise,
An fain I'd feel the creepin mist on yonder shore that lies,
But tell me, or ye passed them by, what saw ye on the wey?'
'My man, I rocked the rovin gulls that sail abuin the Tay.'
'But saw ye naething, leein Wind, afore ye cam to Fife?
There's muckle lyin 'yont the Tay that's mair to me nor life.'
'My man, I swept the Angus braes ye hinna trod for years.'
'O Wind, forgie a hameless loon that canna see for tears!'
'An far abuin the Angus straths I saw the wild geese flee,
A lang, lang skein o beatin wings, wi their heids towards the sea,
An aye their cryin voices trailed ahint them on the air.-'
'O Wind, hae maircy, haud yer whisht, for I daurna listen mair!'