12 MY MUIRLAND HAME. 



My heart is yet in Borderland, 



By streams an 1 sunny braes, 

 Where wildly wave the heatherbells 



In the bright morning rays ; 

 Where a' my dauntless clansmen true, 



That bear Gilnockie's name, 

 Still proudly tell o' days of yore, 



Around my muiiiand hame. 



Could I but see my Wannys wild, 



An' hear the lavrocks sing ; 

 Could I but see yen heathery dell 



Where the blae-berries hing ; 

 The muircock's beck could I but hear, 



And see his bonnie kame, 

 Or hear the heather-bleater hie 



Around my muirland hame. 



Nae sparkling streams, nae yellow trouts, 



Nae heather-bells are here ; 

 Norlammies loupin on the braes, 



My longing soul to cheer. 

 bear me back ! thou gallant ship, 



Across the briny faem ; 

 That I may see my mountains free, 



My bonnie muirland hame. 



