and the wild, wild rose hangs low,
this stranger came from out the West,
his kilt and weaponry in tow.
the tartan and his bagpipe thrown
o’er shoulder ’til at Urquhart Church
near the Old Beech tree he did search.
with love ; he’s quickened by her sight!
Her honeyed hair was heather bright;
She was the fair Caledonia
she was a chaste and timid soul.
Her father came to question her;
to see her lover’s manner, bold.
My heart is his; I’ll not deny.”
She glanced his way then gave a sigh.
He grabbed her hand and both did cry.
I will not seek your dowry grand.
I’ve journeyed from the far, far West;
Your father won’t approve my hand.
emotions, overflowing showed.
It was at once he reached for her;
so gathered in his arms, they go!
Their haste made her sweet father’s life
a saddened heart which broke with strife.
So, in her thoughts, her heartache grew.
so lies her rune; a pretty tune
amid the flowers and the bloom;
a haunted heart is far from home.
Wisteria, it blows and breathes
behind the stone a Cailleach keens;
an old and withered hag; she leans…
(Scottish to English pronunciation for “Cailleach” : “cal”(like in California) then there is a “Y” glide (is only a 2 syllable word) final syllable is “yuck”,
Thus: “cal yuck”. A Cailleach is an old and withered hag (woman) (a favorite ‘ghost’ of the Scots). (“Caledonia” is an early, Roman name for Scotland)