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The New York Caledonian Club remembers friends and members we have lost...

 

Sheila Wilson


Member

Elizabeth Maysilles


Member

Sheila Burton


Member

Priscilla Campbell


Member

Elizabeth Maxwell Barbour


Member

Margaret MacLeod Block


Member

Lisa Beth MacKinlay


Member

Reverend Richard R. Preston


Member
 

John Anderson


Member

John "Nick" Ruprecht


Member

Ronald Stewart


Member

Morag Mossawir


Member
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The Flowers of the Forest

WRITTEN BY JEAN ELLIOT (1756)

I've heard the lilting, at the yowe-milking,
Lasses a-lilting before dawn o' day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning; "The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away".

As buchts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning; The lasses are lonely and dowie and wae.
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sobbing,
Ilk ane lifts her leglen, and hies her away.

In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering,
The Bandsters are lyart, and runkled and grey.
At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching,
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming,
'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play.
But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie,
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

Dule and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border; The English, for ance, by guile wan the day:
The Flowers of the Forest, that foucht aye the foremost, The prime o' our land are cauld in the clay.

We'll hae nae mair lilting, at the yowe-milking,
Women and bairns are dowie and wae.
Sighing and moaning, on ilka green loaning,
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

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