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.