Today, I finally began my summer holidays, although it is raining, there is thick mist, and the temperature is about 10 degrees centigrade...
We were let off after a brief prayer from the local minister, and after singing the Harris Holiday song:
Hurrah for the heath clad mountains!
Hurrah for the linn's hoarse roar!
Hurrah for the bubbling fountain!
Hurrah for the sandy shore!
Hurrah for the sandy shore!
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 reel!
Hurrah for the rod and reel!
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!
Hurrah for the holidays!
Sing we then comrades with heart and with voice
"Welcome, thrice welcome our bright holiday!
Sunbeams are dancing, come let us rejoice!
Laverocks and carolling Come come away!"
I should point out that the tune to the song does not fit the words to the song, which was written about 200 years ago when my school was founded.
My house (Birnam) won the Junior House Shield, but failed to win the House championship...
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