The Rolling Hills Of The Border

When I die, bury me low,
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow,
A sweeter place I never did know,
The rolling hills o’ the border

I have travelled far and wide,
Seen the Hudson and seen the Clyde,
I’ve courted by Loch Lomond’s side
But I dearly love the border

Often I have mind o’ the day
With my lass, I strolled by the Tay,
But all its beauty fades away
Among the hills o’ the border

There’s a certain peace of mind
Bonnie lasses there you’ll find
Men so sturdy, men so kind
Among the hills of the border