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
