OUT over the Forth, I look to the North;
But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.
But I look to the west when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
For far in the west lives he I loe best,
The man that is dear to my babie and me.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Song—down The Burn, Davie Love
- I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger
- Prayer—o Thou Dread Power
- Song—to Daunton Me
- Song—highland Harry Back Again