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I shall leave tonight from Euston by the seven-thirty train,
And from Perth in the early morning I shall see the hills again.
From the top of Ben Macdhui I shall watch the gathering storm,
And see the crisp snow lying at the back of Cairngorm.
I shall feel the mist from Bhrotain and the pass by Lairig Ghru
To look on dark Loch Einich from the heights of Sgoran Dubh.
From the broken Barns of Bynack I shall see the sunrise gleam
On the forehead of Ben Rinnes and Strathspey awake from dream.
And again in the dusk of evening I shall find once more alone
The dark water of the Green Loch, and the pass beyond Ryvoan.
For tonight I leave from Euston and leave the world behind;
Who has the hills as a lover, will find them wondrous kind.