My heart's in the Highlands...

1.	My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe- My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.	2.	Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of valour, the country of worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

3.	Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild hanging woods; Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.	4.	My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a chasing a deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe- My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Opening	Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward, the sailors cry Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to skye

1.	Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, Thunder clouds rend the air; Baffled our foe's stand on the shore Follow they will not dare	Refrain	Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward, the sailors cry Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to skye

2.	Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep Ocean's a royal bed Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head	Refrain	Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward, the sailors cry Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to skye

3.	Many's the lad fought on that day Well the claymore could wield When the night came, silently lay Dead on Culloden's field	Refrain	Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward, the sailors cry Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to skye

4.	Burned are our homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again.	Refrain	Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward, the sailors cry Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to skye

			Words are by Sir Harold Boulton, 1884