Oh linn of Lynns, thy fair cascade,
Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about,
And birds and beasts and men.

The Lynns themselves were said to have
The gift of second sight.
Oft’ to them, when some spirit moved,
Came visions in the night.

The hazel and the rowan tree
So lightly wear thy crown.
The warbler and the grey wagtail
Sing sweetly all around.

Then came the strange and eerie hour
To the mother of Lord Lynn,
Wand’ring through the enchanted glen,
Some respite there to win.

Another voice, in harsher days,
Resounded through the trees
As Peden stood upon the Point
That men might bend their knees

A shadowy thing, unseen but felt,
Was ever at her side.
It conjured scenes of men and horse
Upon a ghostly ride.

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.

Then evening passed and morning came,
Lord Lynn had gone awa’.
A frantic search across the land
Found his body ‘neath the fall.

And men may worship as they choose,
Not fearing monarch’s claw,
And peace that fills the wooded glen
May yet rule over all.

But linn of Lynns, thy fair cascade,
Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about,
And birds and beasts and men.

Oh linn of Lynns, thy fair cascade,
Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about,
And birds and beasts and men.

So grievous was the Lady’s loss,
She could no longer stay,
And so the Lynns to Bourtreehill
Got up and moved away.*

But something other-worldly once
Inhabited Lynns’ wood ~
The fairy? elf? or witch perhaps? ~
Things little understood.

And some went even farther off,
To Eire and o’er the sea,
Their land forsook, their line forgot ~
Left to obscurity.

Poor Bessie, wife of Andrew Jack,
Possessed a simple mind;
But learned she did of nature’s ways,
The healing arts to find.

Gone now the days of long ago ~
Gone Peden, gone “witch”, gone laird.
Yet still the enchanted glen remains,
The lovely linn they shared.

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.

While modern life surrounds its stream,
Its charm is sweeter still.
So God, protect the linn of Lynns,
Preserve its rock and rill.

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.

For linn of Lynns, thy fair cascade,
Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about,
And birds and beasts and men.

Oh, linn of Lynns, thy fair cascade,
Heart of the enchanted glen,
Refreshes all the land about,
And birds and beasts and men.