| 1. | Fair July, like a radiant bride, has come once more on earth to reign, And lovely gifts of summer-tide are scattered over hill and plain; Now softly sinking to its rest is this the first fair July day, And lingering in the golden West the sunset smiles on Hazelbrae.
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6. | What spot more meet for lover's vows when Nature is in fairest prime, When blossoms deck the arching boughs, and hearts keep tune to summer-time! What spot more meet for maiden's mind to muse on one who's far away, And tell the gentle summer wind her secret thoughts on Hazelbrae!
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| 2. | The birds, with voices sweet and clear, are warbling forth their even song; The little brooklet dimpling near sings also as it flows along; The graceful hawthorn bends beneath a flowery drift of fragrant May, And scents the gentle gloaming's breath as soft it steals o'er Hazelbrae.
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7. | Ah! yes, it is a lovely place for thoughtful minds to muse and dream, When Nature wears her fairest face, and sweetly sings the shining stream; When daisies o'er the grassy mead have spread a floral "milky way" - The flight of time we scarcely heed, all is so fair on Hazelbrae.
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| 3. | Sweet little brook serenely glide, thy lonely way will soon be done, For into Deveron's fuller tide thy limpid, sparkling waves shall run; The stately Deveron, sweeping on 'neath Marnoch's bridge, it holds it's way - Past flowery banks o'er many a stone, we see it gleam from Hazelbrae.
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8. | That cottage in a leafy nest, with roses twining everywhere, A haven seems of tranquil rest, a bright Arcadia sweet and fair; And they who make it their home, true kindliness of heart display, And warmly welcome friends who come to view the charms of Hazelbrae.
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| 4. | There on that grassy wooded steep, see old Kinnairdy's Castle stands As if it proudly strove to keep a watch o'er what was once its lands; Ah! now its palmy days are o'er, tis slowly sinking to decay, But it recalls the days of yore to those who muse on Hazelbrae.
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9. | But fain to linger though we be, no longer must we tarry here - The dew is falling silently, the summer night is very near; We turn away with soft adieu, sweet spot! but we shall keep alway A memory fair and bright of you, and often think of Hazelbrae.
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| 5. | Mayhap in years long, long gone by, here in the hazel's kindly shade, Some doughty flower of chivalry has wooed and won a lovely maid; Mayhap with sad and mournful air, when he had joined war's wild affray, For him arose the maiden's prayer from some lone bower on Hazelbrae. |
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From the book of songs and poems, 'On Bogie's Banks and Bonnie Deveronside' |
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