228 ON THE GRAMPIAN HILLS. 



Ah, dearest Jean, 



We once again 

 Are tottering through the heather 



The storms of life, 



The world's fierce strife, 

 We long have braved together. 



But on we'll go, 

 Come weal or woe, 



Linked yet by love together ; 

 Still true and fast, 

 Whilst life shall last, 



Amidst the faded heather. 



