Robert Louis Stevenson, the Edinburgh novelist, wrote this poem in 1892 about Scottish Jacobite sentiments after the Battle of Culloden... beautiful and sad.
🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Mull was astern, Rum on the port,
Eigg on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?
Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lad that’s gone!
Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone...