Logie Kirk Poem by Violet Jacob

O LOGIE KIRK amang the braes,
I'm thinkin o the merry days
Afore I trod thae weary weys
That led me far frae Logie!
Fine dae I mind when I was young
Abuin thy graves the mavis sung
An ilka birdie haed a tongue
To ca' me back to Logie.
O Logie Kirk, tho aye the same
The burn sings ae remembered name,
There's ne'er a voice to cry 'Come hame
To bonnie Bess at Logie!'
Far, far awa the years decline
That teuk the lassie wha was mine
An laid her sleepin lang, lang syne
Amang the braes at Logie.