315. Song—Out over the Forth

 OUT over the Forth, I look to the North;
 But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
 The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.


But I look to the west when I gae to rest,
 That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
For far in the west lives he I loe best,
 The man that is dear to my babie and me.

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