O' The little town of Fairlie

O'The little town of Fairlie

A scanned copy of one of my watercolour painting 

Main Street of Fairlie, Gateway to the Mackenzie

O’ The little town of Fairlie

O’  The little town of Fairlie

That nestles in the hills

With its swiftly flowing rivers

And its sparkling merry rills

With green trees gently swaying

In the balmy mountain breeze

Has the charm to soothe your spirit

And give your heart its ease.

O’   The little town of Fairlie

With its tussock pastures brown

Where flocks and herds are grazing

Or contented lying down

And waving in the sunshine

Are the golden fields of grain?

Will stop your heart from aching

And make you glad again.

O’   The little town of Fairlie

With its guardian peaks set round

Which set off care and evil?

And only peace is found

Where rustic youth and maidens

With health and beauty blest

And bonny laughing children

Make a scene of perfect rest

O’   Small wee town of Fairlie

In the land of Erewhon

Has romance still to charm you

When life’s pleasures are all gone

So you may keep your crowded cities

With the glare and rush and roar

But the dear wee town of Fairlie

Holds my heart for evermore.