Robert Burns

Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!

Yon rose-buds 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.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!

Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!

Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the read more

Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
The milkwhite is the slae.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.