James Alan Gourley

Ruthven Barracks

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So you want to know 
Of bloody past 
Of castles, romance, heather, mist 
You yearn to learn 
Of history 
Of all your kith and kin so missed 

Well come with me 
In winters sun 
To tragic, blood-soaked, ancient hills 
I'll show you Spey 
The Hills So Grey 
The Findhorn river cursed yet kissed 

You wish and dream 
Of ancient clans 
Of glory, splendour, legends old 
I'll show you where 
They dropped and died 
From ill-advice or bitter cold 

So come with me 
To Badenoch 
And inhale Scotland in the raw 
To Ruthven go 
In blood in snow 
Where Bonnie Charlie never saw

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