Send a bit of heather o'er the sea 

 To Scotia's sons, where'er they be; 

 Its bloom will bring to mind 

 Scenes and faces left behind, 

 And anew each heart will bind 

 To the old countrie. 



Send a bit of heather o'er the sea; 

 Transported back each heart will be 

 To fair Scotland's wooded hills, 

 Hear the music of her rills, 

 And the mavis as it trills 

 In the old countrie. 



Send a bit of heather o'er the sea; 

 Simple offering though it be, 

 Prized 'twill be where fairest flowers 

 Blossom in their tropic bowers, 

 Or where iceberg frowning towers 

 O'er the sea. 



Send a bit of heather o'er the sea; 

 A dear remembrance may it be 

 To the ones now vigil keeping 

 O'er our soldiers quietly sleeping; 

 Send the heather Scotland's greeting 

 O'er the sea. 



M. CARTER, in Scottish American. 

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