The heather house set upon a hill
Looks down on waters clear and still.
The river weaves its lustrous thread
Along whose course our wanderings led.
Drumlanrig, once pleasing to the eye
Seemed dull beneath a Winter sky.
And, then, the sun began to shine
When all I saw I wished were mine.
To hold such treasures in one’s hand
To own this castle with its lands.
Then I would be content, I’m sure
And soon forget I once was poor.