Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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THE BONNIE HIELAND HILLS.
O! the bonnie Hieland hills,
O! the bonnie Hieland hills,—
The bonnie hills o' Scotland O!
The bonnie Hieland hills.
O! the bonnie Hieland hills,—
The bonnie hills o' Scotland O!
The bonnie Hieland hills.
There are lands on the earth where the vine ever blooms—
Where the air that is breathed the sweet orange perfumes;
But mair dear is the blast the lane shepherd that chills,
As it wantons alang o'er our ain Hieland hills.
Where the air that is breathed the sweet orange perfumes;
But mair dear is the blast the lane shepherd that chills,
As it wantons alang o'er our ain Hieland hills.
Chorus—
O! the bonnie Hieland hills,O! the bonnie Hieland hills,—
The bonnie hills o' Scotland O!
The bonnie Hieland hills.
There are rich gowden lands wi' their skies ever fair;
But o' riches or beauty we make na our care;
Wherever we wander ae vision aye fills
Our hearts to the burstin'—our ain Hieland hills.
But o' riches or beauty we make na our care;
Wherever we wander ae vision aye fills
Our hearts to the burstin'—our ain Hieland hills.
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Chorus—
O! the bonnie Hieland hills,O! the bonnie Hieland hills,—
The bonnie hills o' Scotland O!
The bonnie Hieland hills.
In our lone and deep valleys fair maidens there are,
Though born in the midst o' the elements' war:
O! sweet are the damsels that sing by our rills,
As they dash to the sea frae our ain Hieland hills.
Though born in the midst o' the elements' war:
O! sweet are the damsels that sing by our rills,
As they dash to the sea frae our ain Hieland hills.
Chorus—
O! the bonnie Hieland hills,O! the bonnie Hieland hills,—
The bonnie hills o' Scotland O!
The bonnie Hieland hills.
On the moss-cover'd rock, wi' their broadswords in hand,
To fight for fair freedom their sons ever stand;
A storm-nurs'd bold spirit ilk warm bosom fills,
That guards frae a' danger our ain Hieland hills.
To fight for fair freedom their sons ever stand;
A storm-nurs'd bold spirit ilk warm bosom fills,
That guards frae a' danger our ain Hieland hills.
Chorus—
O! the bonnie Hieland hills,O! the bonnie Hieland hills,—
The bonnie hills o' Scotland O!
The bonnie Hieland hills.
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