Come with me and wander through the bonnie Highland glens
See the golden sunrise on the humble heather bens
O’er the mist” moor and on the summer’s dewy morn
Come see the pride of Scotland in the bonnie lands of Lorne
The majesty of Morvern at the sunset’s even glow
Still the silent grandeur and the splendors of Glencoe
The thrill of dawning chorus, hear the curlew call
And the mavis singing praises to the bonnie lands of Lorne
The white mists shrouding picture by lone Loch Etive’s shore
Bravely soars the eagle o’ er the crags of Buchaille Mor
The singing tumbling shadows of the tide at Lora Falls
Scenes from Scotland’s grandeur in the bonnie land of Lorne
There’s a friendly welcome waiting and many joys to share
In the lands of rugged mountain and the loch of crested wave
Where the highland hearts are loyal and fervent is their song
As they praise and laud beauties in the bonnie Land of Lorne ‘
Tho’ the world holds many wonders and though far and wide we roam
When life’s twilight hour is closing and the race is nearly o’ er
Haste me then to highland homeland, lay me there to wait the dawn
Let the trumpet rally wake me in the bonnie land of Lorne
Not for me the English roses be they fragrant fresh and fair
They are not the highland emblem that should grace my lowly grave
Plant instead the purple heather, let its blooming bed adorn
And diffuse its scented fragrance o’ er the bonnie lands of Lorne
Allan Livingston