My ain dear Land.
[Words by T. Smibert. Music by Mr. Shrivall.]
O bonnie are the hows,
And sunny are the knowes
That fed the kye and yows,
Where my life's morn dawn'd;
And brightly glanced the rills.
That spring amang the hills,
'And ca' the merrie mills
In my ain dear land.
O bonnie are the hows, &c.
Bat now I canna see
The lammies on the lea,
Nor hear the heather bee
On this far, far, strand;
I see nae father's ha',
Nor burnie's water-fa',
But wander far awa'
Frae my air dear land.
O bonnie are the hows, &c.
But blythely will I bide,
Whate'er may yet betide,
When ane is by my side
On this far, far, strand
My Jean will soon be here
My waefu' heart to cheer,
And dry the fa'ing tear
For our ain dear land.
O bonnie are the hows, &c.