An ancient song, sang spontaneously in Gawswood, spirits lifted when the future looked more hopeful for the desperate people who had joined them for a while.

The river’s arunnin’ where’er it may
An’ the water’s awendin’ along the way.
The birds are asingin’ an’ preen an’ prance
While lovers hold hands an’ join the dance.
The daisies swayin’ to the blackbird’s song.
An’ the trees areachin’ high and strong.
Butterflies flashin’ wings unfold.
An’ Sweet bees amakin’ honey, gold.
Oh! The river’s arunnin’ where’er it may
And the water’s awendin’ along the way.
The birds are asingin’ an’ preen an’ prance
While lovers hold hands an’ join the dance.
While lovers hold hands an’ join the dance.