I've heard them liltin', at the ewe milin',
Lasses a-liltin' before dawn of day.
Now there's a moanin', on ilka green loanin'.
The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.
As boughts in the mornin', nae blithe lads are scornin',
Lasses are lonely and dowie and wae.
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighin' and sobbin',
Ilk ane lifts here leglin, and hies her away.
At e'en in the gloamin', naw swankes are roamin',
'Mang stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play.
But ilk maid sits drearie, lamentin' her dearie,
The flowers of the forest are a'wede away.
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Michael Daniel Solon, born 13 March 2009, died 13 March 2009; son of Missouri Valley Region member Alice Catherine Nichols and her husband John Solon; grandson of former Missouri Valley Regional Vice President Weeden Nichols and his spouse Rosalie.
Roger Randolph York, retired Cargill employee, died December 1, 2009. Roger was born Oct 7th, 1937 in Knoxville, Knox County, Tennessee. His graveside service was held at White Chapel Memorial Gardens, Wichita Kansas on Friday December 5, 2009. Roger lived in Wichita, Kansas and proceeded in death by wife, Beth. Survived by sons, Randall L. of Mankato, MN, Dwight J. of Oklahoma City, Jeff L. of Wichita; daughter, Christine B. of Wichita: brother J.C. and Danny of PA ; sister Jamie of NM ; grandsons, Ian L. and Kellan C. of MN. Roger's paternal grandmother was a McCloud/MacLeod. In addition to being a MacLeod descendant, he was a York cousin of Weeden Nichols wife Rosalie of the Missouri Valley Region. Roger was in the Tennessee branch of York’s. The same branch as World War I hero Sergeant Alvin York.
Our prayers and thoughts are with the York family.
In har'st at the shearin' nae youths now are jeerin'
Bandsters are runkled, and lyart, or grey.
At fair or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin',
The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.
Dool for the order sent our lads to the Border,
the English for ance by guile wan the day.
The flowers of the forest, that fought aye the foremost,
The prime of our land lie cauld in the clay.
We'll hae nae mair liltin', at the ewe milkin',
Women and bairns are dowie and wae.
Sighin' and moanin' on ilka green loanin',
The flowers of the forest are all wede away.
The flowers of the forest
