From Glenlivet Lilts by R. H. Calder (1925)
Glenlivet it has Castles three,
Drumin, Blairfindy and Deskie,
And also on distillery
More famous than the castles three.
Glenlivet it has peaty hills,
And rushing burns, and sparkling rills,
Where scores of wee unlicensed stills
Were busy filling kegs and gills.
Glenlivet it has raised it’s name,
To shine upon the brow of fame,
And neighbours, near and distant, claim
A right to profit by the same.
Glenlivet has a Gallowhill,
Whereon the hangman plied his skill;
But, though the name suggests it still,
No culprit does a gallows fill.
Glenlivet has a standing stone,
A relic of age bygone;
Its history can be told by none;
Itself had best be left alone.
Glenlivet has a battlefield
On which brave Argyle was forced to yield,
Bur brave MacLean his brand did wield
Till Huntly’s might o’ercame the chield.
Glenlivet it had wond’rous sights
Of fairies, witches, ghost and lights
And oh, the shaking, quaking frights
“Feart places” gave on darksome nights!
Glenlivet now has got a hall,
The very thing, one might it call,
A comfort and a joy to all
At concert, soiree, play or ball.
The stone in the poem may be this one ,which is actually closer to Glenlivet .themodernantiquarian.com/site/14096/glen_livet.html
I know, I've stuck the damn thing in the wrong place Cheers George, I'll get the eds to shift it.
Keep it here please! The author might well be R H Calder but it is a fine example of McGonnagallian monorhyme haunted by the ghost of William Topaz himself... we can never have too much...