Classic Poem

The caulderwood ecchoes are loud in their glee
Sounds—music repeatin' throug bushes & tree
& dear are the ecchoe's that babble & sing
As win's that fan through the brown heather o' spring
Of Jessey they sing joinin' songs o' the bee
That the sweet mountain lassie is dearest to me

The caulderwood ecchoes are callin' agen
Whats sed on the mountain they tell to the glen
Whats sed in the valley they spak on the hill
Sweet caulderwood ecchoes will never lie still
What I spak' to mysell they answer in glee
But what they tell Jessey sounds music to me

Right dear are the ecchoes o' caulderwood glen
They are heard by scotch lasses & dear to scotch men
But when they name ‘Jessey’ mair sweetly they soun'
& music seems ringin' the mountains aroun'
For Jessie's a name I luv' dear to my sell
But Caulderwood echoes Love secrets will tell

Sweet caulderwood glen to the valley replies
Callin' on callin' on till the starn's i' the skies
& then I meet Jessie to court her agen
When caulderwood ecchoes cant see to the glen
But if the moon shines then Jessey I see
& dear are the stories they mutter to me

Auld caulderwood glen may thy ecchoes be still
On the summers green valley over mountain & rill
The muin shiney neet & the lang simmers day
Sweet caulderwood ecchoes are never awa'
& craggie burn ecchoes what do they a' ca'
That Jessie the mountain maids dearer then a'