song—out over the forth
out over the forth, i look to the north;
but what is the north and its highnds to me?
the south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
the far fn nd, or the wide rolling sea.
but i look to the west when i gae to rest,
that happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
for far in the west lives he i loe best,
the man that is dear to my babie and me.