Стих №1

My Heart’s In The Highlands

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Стих №2
O, Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
O, were you in the cold blast
On yonder meadow, on yonder meadow,
My plaid to the angry direction,
I would shelter you, I would shelter you,
Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms
Around you blow, around you blow,
Your shelter should be my bosom,
To share it all, to share it all.
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The Banks O’ Doon
You banks and sides of bonny Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair?
How can you chant, you little birds,
And I so weary full of care!
You will break my heart, you warbling bird,
That flies through the flowering thorn!
You remind me of departed joys,
Departed never to return.
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The Gallant Weaver
Where Cart runs rolling to the sea
By many a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me —
He is a gallant weaver!
O, I had wooers eight or nine,
They gave me rings and ribbons fine,
And I was afraid my heart would be lost,
And I gave it to the weaver.
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On The Seas And Far Away
How can my poor heart be glad,
When absent from my sailor lad;
How can I the thought forego-
He’s on the seas to meet the foe?
Let me wander, let me rove,
Still my heart is with my love;
Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,
Are with him that’s far away.