O, My Luve Is Like A Red,

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

Look Abroad Through Nature's Range, Nature's Mighty Law Is Change.

Why Has A Religious Turn Of Mind Always A Tendency To Narrow And Harden The Heart?

My Heart 's In The Highlands, My Heart Is Not Here; My Heart 's In The Highlands A-chasing The Deer.

My Heart Is Sair-i Dare Na Tell, My Heart Is Sair For Somebody.