Come where the heather bell,
Child of the Highland dell,
Breathes its coy fragrance o’er moorland and lea;
Gaily the fountain sheen
Leaps from the mountain green,
Come to our Highland home, blithesome and free.
The red grouse is scattering
Dews from her golden wing,
Gemmed with the radiance that heralds the day,
Peace in our Highland vales,