Hi all, I already have a thread on the origins of this song written in 1971, but something bizarre has happened.   I love this song, own all the rights to it, and it means a lot to me for sentimental reasons - and also is sold hundreds of thousands when Daniel O'Donnell was a big seller (though his version was a bit dirgey and had a couple of lyric changes). There are several Scottish and Irish recordings of it.

My father Stewart Ross 1929-1993 from Inverness, Scotland wrote it for my brother's then fiancee called Maureen.. whom I have special memories of..
I have press cuttings, interviews, recordings umpteen sources to verify the writing of it.. but bizarrely I have just found a page with no reason behind it.. no website.. just a page with my father's lyrics and some foreign guy's name on it. No method of contact, no explanation.. just my father's lyrics.   Does anybody have a clue as to why this would be?   It is copyright fraud.. but why? I am deeply worried that this person may be setting up some kind of fraud to claim jump. but I cant work it out.   It s heart breaking for me to see someone else's name on my father's lyrics. I have spent decades protecting the song as I love it, and feel really depressed. The lyrics are on Mudcat, but not official lyrics sites.   Anybody out there got a clue as to why this would have happened? How can a single page appear, with lyrics and no connected website?   I might try Google and a DCMA takedown, but that could take months.   

My Bonnie Maureen
Words and Music by Stewart Ross (C) 1971 MCPS/PRS etc.

Though I'm far from the highlands,
the hill and the glen –
Still in my fancy, my thoughts turn again.
for there lives a lassie, the fairest I've seen,
she is so lovely – my Bonnie Maureen.

Off in the twilight, at the close of the day,
sadly in fancy my memories stray.
To the land I was born in, a land fresh and clean
and the lassie who lives there, my Bonnie Maureen.

Beautiful maiden of far distant shore,
will I return and see you once more.
Oh – how I long for, what might have been,
lass of the highlands my Bonnie Maureen.

I hope and I pray, that my dreams will come true.
And one day I'll walk through the heather with you.
And there in the church in the valley so green –
we will join hands forever my Bonnie Maureen.

Beautiful maiden of far distant shore,
will I return and see you once more.
Oh – how I long for, what might have been,
lass of the highlands my bonnie Maureen.
We will join hands forever my bonnie Maureen