A Poem of Lynn Falls,
the Glen, and the Lairds known as Lynn of that Ilk
© Loretta Lynn Layman / House of
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Oh linn of
Lynns, thy fair cascade,
Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about,
And birds and beasts and men.
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The Lynns themselves were said to have
The
gift of second sight.
Oft’ to them, when some spirit moved, Came visions in
the night.
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The
hazel and the rowan tree
So lightly wear thy crown.
The
warbler and the grey wagtail
Sing sweetly all around.
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Then came the strange and eerie hour
To
the mother of Lord Lynn,
Wand’ring through the enchanted glen,
Some respite there to win.
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Another voice, in harsher days,
Resounded through the trees
As Peden stood upon
the Point
That
men might bend their knees
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A shadowy thing, unseen but felt,
Was ever at her side.
It conjured scenes of men and horse
Upon a ghostly ride.
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To
Christ the King instead of Charles,
For
Christ doth rule the kirk.
But hushed is
Peden’s great voice now,
At rest from all his work.
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Then evening passed and morning came,
Lord Lynn had gone awa’.
A frantic search across the land
Found his body ‘neath the fall.
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And men may worship as they choose,
Not fearing
monarch’s claw,
And peace that fills the wooded glen
May yet rule
over all.
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But linn of
Lynns, thy fair cascade,
Heart of the
enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about,
And birds and beasts
and men.
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Oh linn of Lynns,
thy fair cascade, Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about, And birds and beasts and
men.
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So grievous was the Lady’s loss,
She could no longer stay,
And so the
Lynns
to Bourtreehill
Got up and moved away.*
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But something other-worldly once Inhabited Lynns’ wood ~
The
fairy? elf? or witch perhaps? ~
Things
little understood.
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And some went even farther off,
To Eire and o’er the sea,
Their
land forsook, their line forgot ~
Left to obscurity.
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Poor Bessie, wife of Andrew Jack, Possessed a simple
mind; But learned she did of nature’s ways,
The
healing arts to find.
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Gone now the days of long ago ~
Gone Peden, gone “witch”, gone laird.
Yet still the enchanted glen remains,
The
lovely linn they shared.
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She wandered through the enchanted glen And gathered herb
and flow’r,
To
treat her ailing kith and kin With nature’s healing
pow’r.
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While modern life surrounds its stream, Its charm is
sweeter still. So God, protect the linn of Lynns, Preserve its rock and rill.
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But called to cruel trial she was, A
low priest’s dupe, some say, And envy tied her to the
stake, Where burned her life away.
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For linn of Lynns,
thy fair cascade, Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about, And birds and beasts and
men.
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Oh, linn of Lynns,
thy fair cascade, Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about, And birds and beasts
and men.
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Dramatic license was
taken here since there is no historic evidence of either the timing of
the death of this particular Lord Lynn or the reason the
family moved to Bourtreehill. |
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