ROBERT BURNS.
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?
III.
The joyless day how dreary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie!
Chorus.
And O, her dreams are eerie,
And O, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie!
15.
My Heart's in the Highlands.
Chorus.
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe—
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
I.
The birthplace of valour, the country of worth!
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
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