Poems & Selections

My Heart Is In the Highlands

by Robert Burns
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands a—chasing the deer—
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.
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.
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;
Farwell to the torrents and loud—pouring floods.
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, where ever I go.

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