Auld Merrick views o’er Bladnoch burn <br />That weaves as silk tae Solway’s shore; <br />Thru fertile lands it twists an’ turns - <br />It’s flowin’ burden, aft and fore. <br /> <br />Meg Wilson frae Glenvernoch came, <br />The highest Covenant tae swear; <br />A virgin blesst in Jesus’ name: <br />Her will strong, like her flaxen hair. <br /> <br />And Meg McLaughlin’s aged years - <br />Knew love’s proud veneration; <br />She faced oppressors without fears, <br />Refused the Oath of Abduration! <br /> <br />Chorus: <br />Come wind doon frae the highest bough; <br />O come surf frae waves o’ the sea: <br />Carry them up tae Heaven now; <br />And in peace, lay their souls tae be. <br /> <br />At Grierson’s hand their fate did fall - <br />Bound tightly on a lowtide stake: <br />Both bold an’ true tae their call - <br />As waves o’er them, did rise an’ break. <br /> <br />Ashes to ashes; dust to dust; <br />When TRUTH is Treason Freedom dies; <br />Immortal wings tae a’ things just: <br />We remember.... when the wind sighs. <br /> <br />Here westlin’ winds, o’er Wigtown blaw <br />Here spirits haunt the morning mist; <br />And when Maytime rains do fa’, <br />The are seen, where the shore is kisst.<br /><br />Patrick Scott Hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-twa-margaret-s-the-wigtown-martyrs-covenantors-who-were-drowned-at-a-low-tide-stake-in-galloway-scotland-may-1685/
