Harris Holiday Song

 

Hurrah for the heath-clad mountain!
Hurrah for the linn’s hoarse roar!
Hurrah for the bubbling fountain!
Hurrah for the sandy shore! (Repeat)

(REFRAIN)  Sing we then, comrades, with heart and with voice:
“Welcome, thrice welcome, our bright holiday!

Nature is smiling, come let us rejoice;
Brooklets are murmuring – Come, come away!”

 

Hurrah for the bickering burnie!
Hurrah for the shepherd’s shiel!
Hurrah for the lonely lochan!
Hurrah for the rod and the reel! (Repeat)

(REFRAIN)  Sing we then, comrades, with heart and with voice:
“Welcome, thrice welcome, our bright holiday!

Flower-bells are ringing, come let us rejoice;
Breezes are whispering – Come, come away!”

 

Hurrah for the branchy thickets!
Hurrah for the broomy braes!
Hurrah for the cycle and wickets!
Hurrah for the holidays! (Repeat)

(REFRAIN)  Sing we then, comrades, with heart and with voice:
“Welcome, thrice welcome, our bright holiday!

Sunbeams are dancing, come let us rejoice;
Laverocks are carolling – Come, come away!”

Words by the first Rector, Dr James Brebner, M.A., set to Music by John More Smieton, and first sung at the closing ceremony in 1896.