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THE BONNIE HILLS OF SCOTLAND.

Words and Music by G. LINLEY. Key-note G.

O'er the bonnie hills of Scotland,

Where sports the summer bee,

How oft in youth's bright time, I rov'd

With heart so gay and free.

The blooming heath and pale bluebell

In my bonnet then I wore ;

Oh, mem'ry holds no fonder theme

Than those happy days of yore.

Scotia ! land of chiefs and song,

Oh! what charms to thee belong;

Oft I sigh, but sigh in vain,

To greet thy purple hills again.

The bonnie hills of Scotland,

I never more may see ;

Oh! no spot so dear in the world's wild range,

As those bonnie hills to me.

Oh ! the bonnie hills of Scotland,

Oft doth fancy's dream restore,

With the hearts I prized, the faithful friends,

Now link'd to me no more.

Some change, perhaps, o'er all has come,

Could I love's circle view;

And my anxious eye might look in vain,

For some lov'd form it knew.

Scotland ! childhood's happy home,

The warrior's bed, the martyr's tomb! oft I sigh, but sigh in vain,

To roam thy bonnie hills again.

The bonnie hills of Scotland,

I never more may see:

Oh! no spot so dear in the world's wild range,

As those bonnie hills to me.



BONNIE SCOTLAND! I ADORE THEE.

Words by SIDNEY WALLER. Music by G. F. STANSBURY.

HAIL, bonnie Scotland, thy glens and blue hills,

Thy beacons and towers so high,

Your clansmen brave, when the clarions call,

Resolv'd, resolv'd to conquer or die.

When highlands and lowlands together unite,

Their roses so fair to protect,

'Tis then my heart glows with love for the youth,

Who the banner will ever protect.