Robert Burns, 1786
Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,|
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
2. Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores,
3. Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,
4. She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair;|
O' nice education but sma' is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me.
5. To Beauty what man but maun yield him a prize,
6. But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-sparkling e'e,
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