At Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend 
Themselves apart, the rivers wend 
 A lawless course about their feet, 
 And breaking into torrents beat 
In useless fury where they blend 
 At Crow's Nest Pass. 

The nesting eagle, wise, discreet, 
Wings up the gorge's lone retreat 
And makes some barren crag her friend 
 At Crow's Nest Pass. 

Uncertain clouds, half-high, suspend 
Their shifting vapours, and contend 
 With rocks that suffer not defeat; 
 And snows, and suns, and mad winds meet 
To battle where the cliffs defend 
 At Crow's Nest Pass.