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I LOVE THE HILLS OF SCOTLAND.
Words by L. M'CORMICK. Music by J. TURNBULL. Keynote
I Lo'e the hills o' Scotland,
May her thistle proudly wave;
The emblem of my native land,
The motto of the brave.
Thy sons shall guard thy rocky shore,
From every hostile band ;
And in the cause of liberty,
Shall aye the foremost stand.
I lo'e the hills, &c.
Where is the heart that wadna warm,
To hear o' Scotland's weel?
The name alone it breathes a charm,
Her sons shall ever feel.
I lo'e the hills, &c.
Thy sons, though far in ither climes,
Still mind the happy spot;
The noisy river, the silver stream,
And ivy-covered cot.
I lo'e the hills, &c.
Home of my youth, my fond desire,
Shall o'er the waters glide;
For aye auld Scotland shall be free,
Free as the swelling tide.
I lo'e the hills, &c.
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JOCKEY SAID TO JENNY.
JOCKEY said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou wed?
Ne'er a fit, quo' Jenny, for my tocher gude;
For my tocher gude, I winna marry thee,
E'en's ye like, quo' Johnnie; ye may let me be.
I hae gowd and gear; I hae land aneuch,
I hae seven gude owsen gangin' in a pleuch;
Gangin' in a pleuch, and linkin' ower the lea,
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be.
I hae a gude ha' house, a barn, and a byre,
A stack afore the door, ill mak' a rantin' fire,
'Ill mak'a rantin' fire, and merry we shall be:
An gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be.
Jenny said to Jockey, Gin ye winna tell,
Ye shall be the lad, I'll be the lass mysel';
Ye're a bonnie lad, and I'm a lassie free,
Ye're welcome to tak' me than to let me be.
