Sair sair was my heart

When I think on days now gane, an sae happy’s I hae been, While wand’ring wi’ my dear, whare the primrose blaws un-seen I‘m wae to leave my Lassie an’ Daddies cot ava. Or to leave the health-fu' breeze o' Caledonia.

But wherever I wander, still happy be my Jean, Nae care disturb her bosom, where peace has ever been, Then tho’ ills on ills befa' me, for her I’ll bear them a', Though aft I'll heave a sigh for Caledonia.