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I LOVE THE HILLS OF SCOTLAND.

Words by L. M'CORMICK. Music by J. TURNBULL. Keynote

I Lo'e the hills o' Scotland,

May her thistle proudly wave;

The emblem of my native land,

The motto of the brave.

Thy sons shall guard thy rocky shore,

From every hostile band ;

And in the cause of liberty,

Shall aye the foremost stand.

I lo'e the hills, &c.

Where is the heart that wadna warm,

To hear o' Scotland's weel?

The name alone it breathes a charm,

Her sons shall ever feel.

I lo'e the hills, &c.

Thy sons, though far in ither climes,

Still mind the happy spot;

The noisy river, the silver stream,

And ivy-covered cot.

I lo'e the hills, &c.

Home of my youth, my fond desire,

Shall o'er the waters glide;

For aye auld Scotland shall be free,

Free as the swelling tide.

I lo'e the hills, &c.

JOCKEY SAID TO JENNY.

JOCKEY said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou wed?

Ne'er a fit, quo' Jenny, for my tocher gude;

For my tocher gude, I winna marry thee,

E'en's ye like, quo' Johnnie; ye may let me be.

I hae gowd and gear; I hae land aneuch,

I hae seven gude owsen gangin' in a pleuch;

Gangin' in a pleuch, and linkin' ower the lea,

And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be.

I hae a gude ha' house, a barn, and a byre,

A stack afore the door, ill mak' a rantin' fire,

'Ill mak'a rantin' fire, and merry we shall be:

An gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be.

Jenny said to Jockey, Gin ye winna tell,

Ye shall be the lad, I'll be the lass mysel';

Ye're a bonnie lad, and I'm a lassie free,

Ye're welcome to tak' me than to let me be.