Hjalta By Vagaland

Hjalta - Vagaland (T.A. Robertson). The sights and scents of the Shetland countryside in summer.

Read By Greta Jacobson

Hjalta Da eart-bark in among da girse  
Is glintin whaar you stride,
An antrin seggie lowin up 
Closs be da burn side.
Da blugga, laek da golden sun,   
Is blazin far an wide.

You see da luckaminnie's oo   
In hentins spread an drift;  
An da mey-flooer cleds da burn-broo  
An growes ita da clift.
Da kokkilurie covers aa 
Laek da white cloods ower da lift.  

Der places oot alang da loch
At yöle-girse sweetly fills 
An smora lukks da drummie-bee  
Wi da waff at da lang swaar spills  
Da hedder-ön is da very braeth 
O da Sooth wind ower da hills.

You donna see da Simmer pass
Rose-red wi laamer een;  
You see a glöd o blue an gold,  
A glisk o white an green;  
Onlie da Sooth wind sees an seichs  
Ta tink at shö is geen.