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HURRA FOR THE HIGHLANDS.
Words by Andrew Park. Music by Samuel Barr. Key-note F flat.
Hurra for the Highlands, the stern Scottish Highlands,The home of the clansman, the brave, and the free;Where the clouds love to rest on the mountain's rough breast,Ere they journey afar o'er the islandless sea.
'Tis there where the cataract sings to the breeze,As it dashes in foam like a spirit of light;And 'tis there the bold fisherman bounds o'er the seas,In his fleet tiny bark, through the perilous night.Then Hurra for the Highlands, &c.
'Tis the land of deep shadow, of sunshine, and shower,Where the hurricane revels in madness on high;For there it has might that can war with its power,In the wild dizzy cliffs that are cleaving the sky.Then Hurra for the Highlands, &c.
I have trode morry England and dwelt on its charms,I have wander'd through Erin, the gem of the sea;But the Highlands alone, the true Scottish heart warms,Her heather is blooming, her eagles are free.Then Hurra for the Highlands, &c.
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THE WOODS O' DUNMORE.
Music by James Jaap. Key-note G.
This lone heart is thine, lassie, charming and fair,This fond heart is thine, lassie dear;Nae warld's gear hae I, nae oxen nor kye.I've naething, dear lassie, but a pure heart to gie.Yet dinna say me na,But come, come awa',And wander, dear lassie, 'mang the woods o' Dunmore.And wander, dear lassie, 'mang the woods o' Dunmore.
O sweet is thy voice, lassie, charming an' fair,Enchanting thy smile, lassie dear;I'll toil aye for thee, for ae blink o' thine e'e,Is pleasure mair sweet than siller to me.Yet dinna say me na, &c.
O come to mine arms, lassie, charming an' fair,Awa wild alarms, lassie dear;This fond heart an' thine like ivy shall twine,I'll lo'e thee, dear lassie, till the day that I dee.O dinna say me na, &c.
