Bonnie Teviotdale (Halliday/Grant)

Talk not to me of brighter lands

Beyond the stormy sea,

Their streams may run with golden sands

But what are they to me?  

I care na' for the gems they boast,  

Tho' true may be their tale,  

Gi'e me the heather floo'er that blooms

In Bonnie Teviotdale.

For hearts I love beat kindly there 

In sweet response to mine,  

And pleasing looks from friendly eyes

Upon my pathway shine. 

I'm happy as the bird whose song  

Floats o'er the scented vale, 

And for the world I wadn'a leave

My Bonnie Teviotdale.

Perhaps if you should come that way

You'd own at once wi' me, 

The lasses are as lovely there  

As eye o' man can see. 

I ha'e a floo'er I ca' my ain, 

The sweetest in the vale; 

For her dear sake I'll never leave

Oor Bonnie Teviotdale.