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ROBERT BURNS.

And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?

III.

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours!

The joyless day how dreary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie!

Chorus.

For O, her lanely nights are lang,

And O, her dreams are eerie,
And O, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie!

Chorus.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe—
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!

I.

FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,

The birthplace of valour, the country of worth!
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

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