Eilidh my Fawn

Far away upon the hills at the lighting of the dawn

I saw a stirring in the fern And out there leapt a Fawn,

And O my heart was up at that and like the wind it blew

Till its shadow hovered o'er the fawn as 'mid the fern it flew...

And Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh! was the wind song on the hill

And Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh! did the echoing corries fill:

My hunting heart was glad indeed, at the lighting of the dawn,

For O it was the hunting then of my bonnie, bonnie Fawn.