and all the wild things grow and grow.
This stranger comes from out the West
his kilt and weaponry in tow.
his tartan and his bagpipe thrown
o’er shoulder ’til at Urquhart Church
near Old Beech tree his sudden search.
with love. He’s quickened by her sight!
Her honeyed hair so heather bright.
She is the fair Caledonia.
She is a chaste and timid soul.
Her father comes to question her
and notes her lover’s manner, bold.
My heart is his; I’ll not deny.”
She glanced his way and gives a sigh.
He grabs her hand as both now 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 sorry tune
amid the flowers and the bloom.
A haunted heart so far from home.
Wisteria, it blows and breathes.
Behind the stone a cailleach keens.
An old and withered hag now 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 pronunciation is “cal yuck”. A cailleach is an old and withered hag (a favorite female ‘ghost’ of the Scots). (“Caledonia” is an early, Roman name for Scotland)