March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,
Walter Scott
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark,
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,
TO mute and to material things
Woman's faith, and woman's trust -
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark,
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,
TO mute and to material things
Woman's faith, and woman's trust -