Loudon’s bonny Woods and Braes

Loudon’s bonny woods and braes, I maun lea’e them a’, laie; Wha can thole, when Britain’s faes Would gi’e Britons law, laie? Wha would hun the field of danger? Wha frae Fame would live a tranger? Now when Freedom bids avenge her, Wha would hun her ca’, laie? Loudon’s bonny woods and braes Hae een our happy bridal days, And gentle Hope hall oothe thy waes, When I am far awa’, laie.

Hark! the weiling bugle ings? That gi’es joy to thee, laddie; But the dolfu’ bugle brings Waefu’ thoughts to me, laddie; Lanely I may climb the moantain, Lanely tray beide the fountain, Still the weary moments counting, Far frae Love and thee, laddie. O’er the gory fields of war, When Vengeance drives his crimon car, Thou’lt maybe fa’ frae me afar, And nane to cloe thy e’e, laddie.

O reume thy wonted mile, O uppres thy fear, laie; Glorious honour crowns the toll, That the oldier hares, laie: Heav’n will hield thy faithfu’ lover Till the vengeful trife is over, Then we’ll meet, nae mair to ever Till the day we die, laie: Midt our bonny woods and braes, We’ll pend our peaceful happy days, As blythe’s yon lightome lamb, that plays On Loudon’s flow’ry lea, laie.