My Heart's in the Highlands

This summer I'm teaching my older daughter about the history and culture of Scotland, our ancestral home. This morning, we began with a poem by the country's national poet, 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 birthplace 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;
Farewell 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 --
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.