The Three Roberts Of Caledonia

Oh fair Caledonia named by Rome Oh fair Caledonia the true poet's home, Where the muses inspire along the countryside With honor and reverence, it is their destiny and pride, The Highlands is the home and the birthplace of those muses Which inspire and they gift to the ones who chooses, The poet has the power of imagination and the expression He rhymes his beliefs and answers to every thought and question, Birth first to the poet and the satiric and the harlequin Caledonia let us greet your son, the poet Robert Fergusson, He wrote to us all about his "Auld Reekie' and his own "Daft Days" Let's give him our honor and let's give him our praise, We now look upon Edinburgh of old and that Christmas season Time then clicks back in thought, of his memories for a reason, Oh Caledonia where romance and love now yearns Now she gives us the birth to the poet Robert Burns, Known to the people as Rabbie and the plowman's bard He will now always be a part of the avant-guard, He gave us a mouse and a red, red rose Forever in the mind of men we will remember that prose, Like his spiritual brother Fergusson, Burns left us to soon Lost forever will be that aspiration and feelings and a forgotten tune, The poets are now dead and gone, so Caledonia sadly wept Now the muses have disappeared and in a deep sleep they slept, The snow came and gone along with the sunshine and the rain Then came the poet and author, Robert louis Stevenson by name, He revived Caledonia from the gift of poetry from the muse He wrote and believed as he walked in the forgotten poet's shoes, The Roberts of Caledonia they will always be revered We now look around us they have died, but they have not disappeared, Sweet Caledonia we raise our voices in boast Sweet Caledonia we raise our glasses to the Three Roberts in a toast. Randy L. McClave