LOVE AMANG THE HEATHER 



On yon bonnie heather knowes 

 We pledged our mutual vows. 

 And dear is the spot unto me ; 

 Though pleasure I ha'e nane, 

 While I wander alane 

 And my Jamie is far ower the sea. 



William Chalmers. 



Lass of Logie 



Her lips were like the heather bloom 



In meekest dewy morning; 

 Her cheeks were like the ruddy leaf 



The bonnie brier adorning. 



Alexander Laing. 



My Highland Cot 



My humble Highland cot is a picture fair to view, 

 With clear and winding lake whose dear charms seem 



e'er anew ; 

 Oh Scotland braw, my lov'd home, my country and 



my pride, 



Thy heather bloom I love to see at quiet eventide. 

 When Maggie's by my side all is grandeur though 'tis 



poor, 



No life to me so sweet with my weans beside the door. 

 Oh among the bonnie bluebells we dearly love to see, 

 In all their beauty sweet, when the sun sets o'er the lea ; 

 Our Highland home they grace where no sorrow ever 



dwells, 



For there our only love bloom alike the bonnie bells. 

 The bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bright, and bonnie 



bells. Chas. Blamphin. 



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