MY HEART IS IN SCOTLAND.
SONG II.
1
My heart is in Scotland, my heart is not here,
I left it at home with a lass I love dear;
When the ev'ning star comes o'er the hill-tops of green,
I bless its fair light, and I think on my Jean.
What distance can fasten, what country can bind,
The flight of my soul, or the march of my mind;
Though hills tow'r atween us, and wide waters flow,
My heart is in Scotland wherever I go.
2
When I bade her farewell on the flow'r-blossom'd knowe,
The bright lamps of heaven more lovely did lowe;
The ocean return'd back the moon's silver beam,
The wood tops and fountains were all in a leam;
Our wet eyes to heaven in transports we threw,
Our souls talk'd of love, for our hearts were o'er fou;
Her warm parting kiss on my lips aye will glow,
For my heart is in Scotland wherever I go.
3
How silent we met, and how lonesome the grove,
The rising moon welcom'd and kend of our love;
The wind mongst the branches hung list'ning and lowne,
The sweet flow'rs blush'd love, with their bloomy heads down.
The hours seem'd but minutes, so lightsome they flew,
Her arms clasped kinder, more sweet her lips grew;
Till Aurora, gold-lock'd, set the land in a lowe,
O my heart is in Scotland wherever I go.
4
Now where are love's gloaming walks 'mang the new dew,
The white clasping arms, and the red rosie mou;
The eloquent tongue dropping honey of love,
And the talk of two eyes which a statue might move:
I left them by Criffel's green mountain at hame,
And far from the heaven that holds them I came;
Come wealth, or come want, or come weal, or come woe,
My heart will be with them wherever I go.
