Mountain



Climb! Climb!

As she walked she carried on her back
A great basket filled with earth
And as she leaped the rocks fell

They formed the mountains
They formed the islands
Many have inhabited
Spillings from the basket
Of the big, old woman
Yet one remains hers

Ben Cruachan, Ben Cruachan

She rouses the mountains of old
Then drowses them under the snow
She locked her sons inside mountains

With crusted mineral
Her kinsmen did battle
Boulders merely play things

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