The muckle stanes aneth the brig
Are carved as smeeth's a marble font
Nae sculptor's haun his chiselled ocht
Since time began, the waves ayont
Yon bowdie brig hae hackt an vrocht
A hunner crannies, howes an neuks
Far roddens reidden, wild Scots rose
Protects its bairns wi scratty cleuks.

Aneth the brig, auld birks, twa fauld
Hap carl doddies ben the banks
Abune the lave, the pine trees raxx
Their rosit, roosty-coloured shanks

Blaeberry, thrissle, heather, peat
Thegither wyve a bonnie plaid
The air, wi thyme's as scentit sweet's
The posie o a Heilan maid

A tryst fur burns o aa the airts
Sheep-fauld o watters, yon's the Dee
Waves clash thegither … foo they furl
Like flags o a great company

A cricket pipes her teenie tune
A curlew keens abune the gean
A puddock craiks at rowan's foun
A yeitie yatters in the breem

Wechtit wi hinney frae the hill
A bummer flees wi weariet wing
His hairy hurdies loadit doon
Pugglit wi hairstin in the ling

The herdsman, Dee, wheeps ben the muir
Gars salmon rise brak-neck, an faa
Booed like a bow ootower the steer
The brig bides stinch abune them aa.