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Rh Through a country all alive

With memories of 'forty-five.'

The noble clans once gathered here,

Where now are only grouse and deer.

Alas, that men and crops and herds

Should ever yield their place to birds!

And that the splendid Highland race

Be swept aside to give more space

For forests where the deer may stray

For some rich owner far away,

Whose keeper guards the lonely glen

Which once sent out a hundred men!

When from Inverness we turned,

Feeling that a rest was earned,

We stopped at Nairn, for golf links famed,

'Scotland's Brighton' it is named,

Though really, when the phrase we heard,

It seemed a little bit absurd,