William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Hes Ower the Hills That I Loe WeelCarolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (17661845)
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He’s ower the hills we daurna name;
He’s ower the hills ayont Dunblane,
Wha soon will get his welcome hame.
My brithers winna bide at hame;
My mither greets and prays for them,
And, ’deed, she thinks they’re no to blame.
But ah! that love maun be sincere
Which still keeps true whate’er betide,
And for his sake leaves a’ beside.
O’er Hieland hearts secure he reigns;
What lads e’er did our lads will do;
Were I a laddie I’d follow him too.
Sae gallant and bold, sae young and sae fair;
O did ye but see him ye’d do as we’ve done;
Hear him but once, to his standard you’ll run.
He’s ower the hills we daurna name;
He’s ower the hills ayont Dunblane,
Wha soon will get his welcome hame.