Breabach — The Rolling Hills

Well, I've travelled far, and I've wandered wide
I've seen the Hudson and the Clyde
I've courted by Loch Lomond's side
But I dearly lou the Borders

When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonnie Tweed flow
And a sweeter place, I'll never know
Than the rolling hills o the Borders

Well, dae I hae mind the day
Wi ma lass I strolled by the Tay
But all its beauties, they fade away
Amang the hills o the Borders

When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonnie Tweed flow
A sweeter place, I'll never know
Than the rolling hills o the Borders

And there's a certain place o mind
Bonnie lassies there you'll find
And men sae sturdy, and yet sae kind
Amang the hills o the Borders

When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonnie Tweed flow
And a sweeter place, I'll never know
Than the rolling hills o the Borders

When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonnie Tweed flow
And a sweeter place, I'll never know
Than the rolling hills o the Borders

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