ST. RONAN – A.D. 737
Words by: George Hope Tait / Music by J.A.L. Mercer
Doon where Leithen gurgled bricht,
Centuries awa',
Cam' St. Ronan wi' his licht,
Crook and cross and a’;
He shed it on us a',
Oor forebears yin and',
By symbols rude and precepts good,
He kept the de'il in awe!
Chorus:
Hail the legend, tell the story,
Braver arms were never borne;
Leithen shrines St. Ronan's glory,
For he saw the devil shorn.
Battlin' nobly, wi' his back
Yerkit tae the wa',
Bold St. Ronan cleeked the de'il
And gied his leg a thraw;
He gied his leg a thraw,
The crafty Cleikum thraw;
The place he fell's a sulphur well,
And pilgrims drink the spa.
Chorus:
Freedom's broader day is ours,
Peaceful blessings fa',
Yet we scent the withered flowers
Doon the lang awa'.
Let's din his praises a',
Let's busk the crosier braw,
Let's hail the chiel that dang the de'il-
St. Ronan, hip, hurrah!
Chorus:
Centuries awa',
Cam' St. Ronan wi' his licht,
Crook and cross and a’;
He shed it on us a',
Oor forebears yin and',
By symbols rude and precepts good,
He kept the de'il in awe!
Chorus:
Hail the legend, tell the story,
Braver arms were never borne;
Leithen shrines St. Ronan's glory,
For he saw the devil shorn.
Battlin' nobly, wi' his back
Yerkit tae the wa',
Bold St. Ronan cleeked the de'il
And gied his leg a thraw;
He gied his leg a thraw,
The crafty Cleikum thraw;
The place he fell's a sulphur well,
And pilgrims drink the spa.
Chorus:
Freedom's broader day is ours,
Peaceful blessings fa',
Yet we scent the withered flowers
Doon the lang awa'.
Let's din his praises a',
Let's busk the crosier braw,
Let's hail the chiel that dang the de'il-
St. Ronan, hip, hurrah!
Chorus:
