Ettrick – Words Alicia Ann Spottiswoode/tune K. Rusby
When we first rode down Ettrick
Our bridles were ringing,
Hearts dancing, sun glancing,
Waters singing.
And blithely our hearts
They rang out together,
As we brushed the dew
Off from the blooming heather.
When first we rode down Ettrick.
When next we rode down Ettrick,
The day it was dying,
Birds calling, leaves falling,
Wind was sighing.
And silent and weary,
But closer together,
As we pushed our steeds
On through the fading heather.
When next we rode down Ettrick.
When last I rode down Ettrick,
The winds they were shifting,
My heart breaking, storm waking,
Snow was drifting.
For we never again,
Will ride out together,
Through sun, storm
Or on the mountain heather.
When last I rode down Ettrick.
When we first rode down Ettrick
Our bridles were ringing,
Hearts dancing, sun glancing,
Waters singing.
And blithely our hearts
They rang out together,
As we brushed the dew
Off from the blooming heather.
When first we rode down Ettrick.