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OUT OVER THE FORTH.
(THE CAMPBELLS’ PIBROCH.)
/'"AUT over the Forth I look to the north,
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'^ But what is the north or its Highlands to me!
The south nor the east bring nae ease to my breast,
The wild rocky mountains, or dark rolling sea.
But I look to the west when I gae to my rest,
That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be,
For far in the west lives the lad I lo’e best,
The laddie that’s dear to my bairnie and me.
His father he frowned on the love of his boyhood,
And O ! his proud mother looked cauld upon me ;
But he followed me aye to my hame in the sheiling,
And the hills of Breadalbyn rang wild wi’ our glee ;
A’ the lang summer day, ’mid the heather and bracken,
I joy’d in the light o’ his bonnie blue e’e ;
I little then thought that the wide western ocean
Would be rolling the day ’tween my laddie and me.
When we plighted our faith by the cairn of the mountain,
The deer and the roe stood bridemaidens to me,
And my bride’s trying-glass was the clear crystal fountain ;
What then was the warld to my laddie and me ?
So I look to the west when I gae to my rest,
That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be ;
For far in the west is the lad I lo’e best,—
He's seeking a hame for my bairnie and me.