BONNIE STRATHYRE SONG LYRICS

Bonnie Strathyre

There's meadows in Lanark and mountains in Skye

And pastures in hielands and lawlands forbye

But there's nae greater luck that the heart could desire

Than to herd the fine cattle in bonnie Strathyre

O its up in the morn and awa' to the hill

When the lang simmer days are sae warm and sae still

Till the peak o' Ben Vorlich is girdled wi' fire

And the evening falls gently in bonnie Strathyre

Then there's mirth in the sheilling and love in my breast

When the sun is gane doun and the kye are at rest

For there's mony a prince wad be proud to aspire

To my winsome wee Maggie, the pride o' Strathyre

Chorus

Set Flora by Colin and Maggie by me

And we'll dance to the pipes swellin' loudly and free

Till the moon in the heavens climbing higher and higher

Bids us sleep on fresh brackens in bonnie Strathyre

Chorus

Though some to gay touns in the Lawlands will roam

And some will gang sodgerin' far from their home

Yet I'll aye herd my cattle and bigg my ain byre

And lov e my ain Maggie in bonnie Strathyre