Though I a wanderer be
No home on land or sea
Still my heart return to thee
In silent riverie
Though on Scotland's bonnie shore
My feet shall tread no more
When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree

I love thy frosty morn
Where the hunters winds it's horn
And I heathered moors and glens
I'll not roam again
Though on Scotland's purple breast
I no longer take my rest
When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree

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At brave Cunoden's stand
Highland blood like water ran
3000 pounds upon my head
For dear, life one fled
Oh but though no crown I won
I'll always be your yom' native son
So When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree