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My Heart's In The Highlands Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high..
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green crested lapwing thy screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, Far mark'd wi..
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Beauty's of a fading nature Has a season and is gone!
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I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union.
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Nature's law, That man was made to mourn.
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Man's inhumanity to man Man was made to Mourn.
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Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire.
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On ev'ry hand it will allowed be, He's just--nae better than he should be.
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It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour.
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His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman an' scholar.
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An' there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation.
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Stern Ruin's plowshare drives elate, Full on thy bloom.
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I was na fou, but just had plenty.
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John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surprised them all.
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The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God.
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This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain, To run the twelvemonth's length again.
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But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early.
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O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad.
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O Mary, at thy window be! It is the wished, the trysted hour.
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Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
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Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
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He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God" he says, with solemn air.
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Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
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Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon.
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An atheist-laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended.
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And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser!
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Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair.
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Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, forever!
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It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand.
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Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.
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The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
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The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
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Nae man can tether time or tide.
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That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
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As Tammie glow'red, amazed, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
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Ah, Tam! Ah! Tam! Thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast you like a herrin!
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God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.
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In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
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Some wee short hours ayont the twal.
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When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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