Just added to Dronescene but thought I’d share here too
There Elco stands as grimly as of yore
When mail-clad Wallace swam from shore to shore
There Scone half-burried mid the ancient trees
That speak of regal crowns to every breeze
There hoary Huntingtower, like some grey shade
Telling of wassail wild and ruthless raid
Lo! Green Dunsinane rises o’er the plain
For Shakespeare famous & The Murderous Thane
And yonder Birnam stands, as then it stood
When onward marched the dark portenous wood
A glorious vision of the roaving Tay
Leaving his mists & mountains far away
Like a bold Chief he brings from highland hills
His mingling myriads of resounding rills
And ends his race beneath yon castled steep
That rears its hoary head above the restless deep
The Pleasures of Home
By Rev. John Anderson
Minister of Kinnoull, 1852-1896