Now Will is wearing Ernest’s boots.
They tramp on hill and forest track,
Along the old familiar routes
From Mugdock round the loch and back.
For Will is wearing Ernest’s boots.
And Irene’s stick suits Glenda’s hand,
Supporting that uncertain leap;
A surety on stony land
Or crossing the unwary deep.
For Irene’s stick suits Glenda’s hand.
And Isobel was slim and chic!
She wore her shirt with HBC
The pride of every mountain peak.
Now Ishbel dons her shirt for she,
Like Isobel, is small and chic.
And Andy carries Big Jack’s spade.
He loved the gadget, compass, knife;
The image of a walker’s aid,
Equipped for every squall of life.
Thus Andy carries Big Jack’s spade.
A boot, a stick, a shirt, a spade:
Each brings to mind a voice, a face;
Lest recollection gently fade,
In memory we thus embrace
A boot, a stick, a shirt, a spade.