Killiecrankie Poem by Paul Reed

'An' ye had been where I hae been
Ye wadna been sae cantie-o
An' ye had seen what I hae seen
On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o'

From ‘the Braes o'Killiecrankie' by Robert Burns

In the dim corners of my mind
I recall the day I went to Killiecrankie-o
That day the rain drew down it's blind
And the weather blew it's nose on a hanky-o

But burnished in my thoughts, in Nature's forge,
The red leaves gathered down the banky-o
On it's steep and lonely wooded gorge
That runs through Killiecrankie-o

And, if the days I could count
Since that day at Killiecrankie-o
They would come to a large amount
For which the Lord I truly thanky-o

But my eyes are ageless when they envisage again
That view at Killiecrankie-o
And that grey sky with all it's rain
That dripped from the leaves on the banky-o

And one day I will return
In the rain the river dranky-o
Not for long I hope to adjourn
My going back to Killiecrankie-o
My going back to Killiecrankie-o.