“And far abin the Angus straths I saw the wild geese flee A lang, lang skein o beatin wings wi their heids toward the sea And aye their cryin voices trailed ahint them on the air." “Oh wind, hae mercy, haud your wheesht for I daurna listen mair.” Vs.4 of The Wild Geese, a #Scots poem by Violet Jacob. It describes the conversation between a homesick Scotsman living in England who asks the North Wind for news of his home. Set to music by Jim Reid, and sung by many. I like the #Malinky version.