SONGS OF THE HEATHER. 



Away she flew out of my view, 



Her home or name I ne'er could gather. 

 But aye sin' syne I sigh and pine 



For that sweet lass amang the heather. 

 O'er the muir amang the heather, 

 O'er the muir amang the heather ; 

 While vital heat glows in my heart, 

 I'll love the lass amang the heather. 



Stuart Lewis; 1756-1818. 



Amang the Braes o' Blooming Heather 



Gae hame, gae hame, auld Lewie Grahame, 



Nor long sae sair to be my lover : 

 Yon bonnie barque rocks 'mang the faem, 



That norlan' breeze will waft her over. 

 Gang to your towers, your ha's, an' bowers, 



'Mid scented groves that ne'er shall wither : 

 But ler me spend life's latest hours 



Amang the braes o' blooming heather. 



I winna cross the braid, braid sea, 



For gowden crown or gilded palace ; 

 Tho' slaves around should bend the knee 



Nae slave e'er trod the land o' Wallace. 

 I canna' leave auld Scotia's shore, 



Where Love and Freedom dwell thegether. 

 Where Friendship keeks frae ilka door 



Amang the braes o' blooming heather. 



