Over Frae Angus

Over frae Angus and intae the Mearns,

check in the howe

whar the gulls sing like bairns.

Over the Tay and on into Fife,

the haunts o the hunted,

the green second life.

Over the Mounth

and through the high places,

displacing the fear

o nae social graces.

Over frae Angus,

I mean ye nae herm,

the peace, final grace,

of the endless last glen.