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.