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  And now what seas between us roar, How can I be but eerie?

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours! The joyless day how dreary! It was na sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie!

For O, her lanely nights are lang, And O, her dreams are eerie, And O, her widow'd heart is sair, That's absent frae her dearie!

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My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe— My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!

FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valour, the country of worth! Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.  30