Twice has the bright returning May Inspired me to poetic lay, Since Tournaig's hills first knew my tread And cast their shadows o'er my head. Hurrah, the chorus let me raise! The Corrie be my theme of praise, On whose brown ridge the heather grows, And where the healthful north wind blows. Here nature glories in her pride; O'er heaven the clouds, all sunlit, glide; Like polished shield the ocean glows, The babbling burn sings as it flows. Hurrah, &c. &c. Tournaig! thou home beloved by me! With rich green crop and sloping lea, With fruitful fields and white-fleeced sheep Dotting afar each breezy steep. Hurrah, &c. &c. I ne'er can cease my praise of thee! Here hill and strath and briny sea; There streams which from the mountains glide, Where pearls abound and otters hide. Hurrah, &c. &c. High is thy shore against the storm, Yet lined with sheltered coves and warm; Whilst shell-fish fill each rocky hole Where never ocean's waves can roll. Hurrah, &c. &c. And he who gazes in the deep May see the silvery salmon sweep, With graceful curve and stately turn, To seek his food below the burn. Hurrah, &c. &c. Or we can haste to Loch-nan-Dail, Where the brown trout will never fail; Whilst flocks of duck and grey goose soar From marshy haunts upon its shore. Hurrah, &c. &c. The shaggy herd each meadow feeds, The snipe lies close within the reeds; Each step the heather-cock may rouse, Loud warning his less wary spouse. Hurrah, &c. &c. Coille Aigeascaig,--shade from the heat! Here is the blackcock's sure retreat; Yonder they crow at early day, With bent bills crooning forth their lay. Hurrah, &c. &c. Wood pigeon, mavis, and night jar, Make music sweet both near and far; Full joyously the redbreasts call, Perched on the rock high o'er them all. Hurrah, &c. &c. "Coo, coo," the cuckoo cries aloft, The chaffinch sings in tones more soft, The fieldfare, titlark, and the wren All swell the chorus of thy glen. Hurrah, &c. &c. No symphony can rival thine; Nor elsewhere do more clearly shine The works of God in nature's face, Harmonious in every place. Hurrah, &c. &c. Would that we two were wandering now Where these wild woods could hear our vow! Ne'er could we roam midst scenes more grand Than in this rugged northern land! Hurrah, &c. &c.