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Tervetuloa 2026! Vuoden ensimmäinen patikointi: aurinkoa, kauneutta ja talvista luontoa.
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January 3, 2026 at 8:56 AM
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The song is from a poem by Thomas Floyd of Muirkirk
and taken from the Cairntable Rhymes
THE BONNIE LASS O' WELLWOOD HA' When auld King Sol sinks in the west, An' gloamin' gray steals doon the hills, When wee birds coorie in their nests, An' dew on every leaf distils, Wi' lichtsome hert my hame I lea', An' hie me ower tae Birkenshaw, Tae meet aneath the trystin' tree The bonnie lass o' Wellwood Ha'. By Wellwood's stately mansion fair Ayr's crystal waters saftly croon; The pine woods scent the gloamin' air, An' love is breathed in every soun'. The wakin' moths in circles play, The roostin' pheasants loodly ca'; A' nature seems to homage pay The bonnie lass o' Wellwood Ha'. Her braided hair a gowden sheen, Her dimpled cheeks wi' roses vie, An', bricht wi' love, her bonnie een Ootshine the starnies in the sky. Wi' form as lithsome as the deer, An' bosom white as driven snaw, There's no' another maid can peer The bonnie lass o' Wellwood Ha'. Ae 'oor o' bliss an' we maun pairt, When love an' longin' maks me fain Tae clasp the lassie tae ma hert, An' fondly ca' her a' ma ain; An' vow tae her a solemn aith, Whate'er may hap, or ills befa', Tae cherish, love, an' gaird frae skaith The bonnie lass o' Wellwood Ha'.
January 25, 2026 at 11:53 PM
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I grew up in Sorn just 7 miles from Muirkirk. My mother, 96 now was always a keen walker, taking her grandchildren up Cairntable was a rite of passage for them
January 26, 2026 at 12:51 AM
jmzed.bsky.social
The song is from a poem by Thomas Floyd of Muirkirk
and taken from the Cairntable Rhymes
THE BONNIE LASS O' WELLWOOD HA' When auld King Sol sinks in the west, An' gloamin' gray steals doon the hills, When wee birds coorie in their nests, An' dew on every leaf distils, Wi' lichtsome hert my hame I lea', An' hie me ower tae Birkenshaw, Tae meet aneath the trystin' tree The bonnie lass o' Wellwood Ha'. By Wellwood's stately mansion fair Ayr's crystal waters saftly croon; The pine woods scent the gloamin' air, An' love is breathed in every soun'. The wakin' moths in circles play, The roostin' pheasants loodly ca'; A' nature seems to homage pay The bonnie lass o' Wellwood Ha'. Her braided hair a gowden sheen, Her dimpled cheeks wi' roses vie, An', bricht wi' love, her bonnie een Ootshine the starnies in the sky. Wi' form as lithsome as the deer, An' bosom white as driven snaw, There's no' another maid can peer The bonnie lass o' Wellwood Ha'. Ae 'oor o' bliss an' we maun pairt, When love an' longin' maks me fain Tae clasp the lassie tae ma hert, An' fondly ca' her a' ma ain; An' vow tae her a solemn aith, Whate'er may hap, or ills befa', Tae cherish, love, an' gaird frae skaith The bonnie lass o' Wellwood Ha'.
January 25, 2026 at 11:56 PM