Set in stone

There once were some giants
merry ald sorts
wha went oot dancin'
wi all their cohorts!
They danced a fine jig
and mony a reel
tae fiddlers delight,
fingers as fast as the deel!
An all were hain sae much fun,
that nane saw the light,
nor the comin o the sun!
So as the light hit,
they were frozen in place,
starin horrer stricken,
fae face to face.
All in a circle,
huddin hands,
tae be seen fae aplace,
a ower the land.
The fiddler he stands,
in a field o is own,
wi the risin o the sun,
forever alone.