VAGRANT VERSE
THE PAPS O’ JURA. (Written for the Southland Timea.) The lanely Paps o’ Jura Are faur ayont the seas, An’ for the Pape o’ Jura In storm swept Hebrides, It’s oftentimes I’m langin' Until my heart grows sair, For memories come tbrangia’ O’ days that are nae mair. The auld gray Pape o’ Jura See Corryvreckan sweep An’ swirl whaur lads o’ Jura Wave-lapped sleep their last Braw lads that strong an’ feark W r ent forth wi’ momin’ licht, Ad’ noo are lyin’ tearless Nor ken or day or nicht. The rugged Paps o’ Jura Look whaur Loch Tarbert liea Close in the arms o’ Jura Beneath swift changin’ skies; They gaze on wild deer strayia* In a’ their antlered pride, Their fawns aroon them playiaf In forests stretchin’ wide. O dreamin’ Paps o’ Jura A puir dune wanderer, 1 Drudge faur awa’ frae Jure Wi* mony a weary sigh; Ite oftentimes I’m longin’ Until my heart is sair, For memories came throngin’ O’ days that are nae mair. Ptobert FrancbBluff, May 17, 1922.
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Southland Times, Issue 19518, 18 May 1922, Page 4
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177VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19518, 18 May 1922, Page 4
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