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For all the gold and all the gear.

And all the lands both far and near,

That ever valour lost and won,

I will not wed the Earlie's son.

A maiden's vows, old Callum spoke,

Are lightly made and lightly broke:

The heather on the mountain's height

Begins to bloom in purple light;

The frost wind soon shall sweep away

That lustre drop from glen and brae;

Yet Norah, ere its bloom be gone,

May blithely wed the Earlie's son.

The swan, she said, the lake's clear breast

May barter for the eagle's nest;

The Awe's fierce strean may backward turn

Ben Cruachan fall and crush Kileburn;

Our kilted clans, when blood is high,

Before their foes may turn and fly:

But I, were all these marvels done,

Would never wed the Earlie's son.

Still in the water-lily's shade

Her wouted nest the wild swan made:

Ben Cruachan stands as fast as ever ;

Still downward foams the Awe's fierce river;

To shun the flash of foemen's steel

No Highland brogue has turn'd the heel

But Nora's heart is lost and won-

She's wedded to the Earlie's son.

HEY! FOR THE HIELAN HEATHER.

Words by John Imlah. Music by A. LEE.

Hey! for the Hielan heather,

Hey for the Hielan heather,

Dear to me, and a ye shall be,

The bonnie braes o' Hielan heather.

There light o' heart and light o' heel,

The lads and lasses trip the gither ;

Native Norlan' rant an' reel

Amang the bonnie Hielan heather.

Singing, hey! for the Hielan heather &c.

The broom and whin, by loch and linn,

Are tipp'd with gowd in simmer weather,

Sweet and fair, but meikle mair,

The purple bells o' Hielan heather.

Singing, hey! for the Hielan heather, &c.