Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

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

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.