Classic Poem

From the top of Hartsgarth Fell
Runs the Tarras Burn,
Tinkling fall and golden pool,
Through the heather and the fern,
Calling, calling, clear and cool—
Tarras Water calling,
Tarras Water falling,
Tarras Water calling, calling—
Tarras Water, Tarras Water!

Through my heart the livelong night
Runs the Tarras Burn,
Golden pool and tinkling fall—
In the land of No Return
Still I hear that golden call,
Tarras Water calling,
Tarras Water falling,
Tarras Water calling, calling—
Tarras Water, Tarras Water!