Robert Burns,
The Hundred Best Poems
(1904)
“ 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! ”
Robert Burns,
The Hundred Best Poems
(1904)
“ Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream! II. Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming for-bear— I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair! III. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills! There daily I wander, as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. ”
Robert Burns,
The Hundred Best Poems
(1904)
“ The desert were a Paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there. Or were I monarch of the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen. ”
