We two have paddled in the stream, / from morning sun till dine; / But seas between us broad have roared / since days of long ago.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, / The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; / Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, / The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

But to see her was to love her, love but her, and love her forever.

Oh, my Luve's like a red, red rose / That's newly sprung in June: / O, my Luve's like the melodie / That's sweetly played in tune.

Auld nature swears, the lovely dears / Her noblest work she classes, O; / Her prentice han' she tried on man, / An’ then she made the lasses, O.

There's some are fou o'love divine; / There's some are fou o'brandy.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, / The birthplace of valor, the country of worth! / Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, / The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

I'll count my health my greatest wealth, / Sae lang as I'll enjoy it; / I'll fear nae scant, I'll bode nae want, / As lang's I get employment.

But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met—or never parted— We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Oh, my Luve's like a red red rose that's newly sprung in June: O, my Luve's like the melodie that's sweetly play'd in tune.