Against the rock the wild waves splash
And on to the strand the tide it dash
But the fields down under Lleithy hill
Seem undisturbed and oh so still
Against the background of wild sea
It is a pleasant sight to see.
I listen to the ocean roar
As overhead the seagulls soar
The sun will soon be fast asleep
Behind a cloud it slowly creep
‘Oh’ dearly would I love to stay
But home-ward I must make my way.
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