'Away, ye grey landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
In you let the minions of luxury rove;
And restore me the rock where the snow flake reposes,
If still they are sacred to freedom and love;
Brave Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though elements war;
Though cataracts roam 'stead of smooth flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark Loch Na Garr'
Lord Byron. Sung beautifully by the Corries : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iwn28X3szrg&list=RDOvoqCNz_QOg&index=4
Hubby's favourite music :-)