BEN LOMOND.

Ben Lomond lifts her hoary head
And she nods across the Vale,
To the mighty rock by Dumbarton Town
And the ships sail up and the ships sail down,
And there’s men aboard, and some will drown,
The Christian, the heathen, the white and the brown,
As is told in the ancient tale.

Ben Lomond lifts her hoary head
To peer on the city old
For Glasgow Town by the River Clyde
Is the home of the ships that pass on the tide
Home from the strife they in safety ride
But the ancient Ben by the fair lochside
Of them could a tale unfold !

Ben Lomond lifts her hoary head,
And the stars and the sun look down
They gild the brow of our kindly Ben,
This old, old friend of the Scottish men
From lowland plain and from highland glen,
Who sail in the ships, the ships we ken !
The ships of old Glasgow Town.

Ah, the old Ben knows what we’ll never know,
For she’s watched us come and she’ll watch us go,
And she’ll tell our tale when the lights are low
In the ages yet to be
For Dumbarton Rock by the River Clyde,
And the grizzled Ben by the fair lochside,
Will nod o’er our Vale when the tireless tide
Flows again on a lonesome sea.
T. C. F. B.

THE BAROCHAN CROSS

THE ROAD TO BALLAGIECH

DUNGOYNE

WATERFOOT

SUNSHINE & SHOWER NEAR MISTY LAW