1.
Streams that glide in Orient Plains,
Never bound by Winter's chains;
Glowing here on golden sands,
There immixed with foulest stains
From tyranny's empurpled hands;
These, their richly gleaming waves,
I leave to tyrants and their slaves:
Give me the stream that sweetly laves
The banks by Castle Gordon.
2.
Spicy forests ever gay,
Shading from the burning ray
Hapless wretches sold to toil;
Or, the ruthless native's way,
Bent on slaughter, blood and spoil;
Woods that ever verdant wave,
I leave the tyrant and the slave:
Give me the groves that lofty brave
The storms of Castle Gordon.
3.
Wildly here without control
Nature reigns, and rules the whole;
In the sober pensive mood,
Dearest to the feeling soul,
She plants the forest, pours the flood.
Life's poor day I'll, musing, rave,
And find at night a sheltering cave,
Where waters flow and wild woods wave
By bonie Castle Gordon.

Streams that glide in Orient Plains,
Never bound by Winter's chains;
Glowing here on golden sands,
There intermixed with foulest stains
From tyranny's empurpled hands;
These, their richly gleaming waves,
I leave to tyrants and their slaves:
Give me the stream that sweetly laves (washes)
The banks by Castle Gordon.

Spicy forests ever gay,
Shading from the burning ray
Hapless wretches sold to toil;
Or, the ruthless native's way,
Bent on slaughter, blood and spoil;
Woods that ever verdant wave,
I leave the tyrant and the slave:
Give me the groves that lofty brave
The storms of Castle Gordon.

Wildly here without control
Nature reigns, and rules the whole;
In the sober pensive mood,
Dearest to the feeling soul,
She plants the forest, pours the flood.
Life's poor day I will, musing, rave,
And find at night a sheltering cave,
Where waters flow and wild woods wave
By lovely Castle Gordon.