Under grey skies
And amidst snow-flecked mountainsides
Where birds wheel
And creatures roam
The harsh islands
Sit in polar storms
Who but went there
to make some dough
Where giants were brought
For fat, bone and oil
From seas beyond description
In numbers beyond comprehension
I but know you by name
Your history is known to but a few
My mouth will remain closed
About mortal people and their affairs
It is in Leith you now rest
Forgotten to but a few
None now remain
to whom you were of concern
All have gone the way of the flesh
And only a stone remembers you
Where the storms rage
and creatures roam
