A sweet plaintive song did I hear,
  And I fancied that she was the singer—
May emotions as pure, as that song set a-stir
  Be the worst that the future shall bring her.

He was a highland laddie 
Grew up in the great glen
Played shinty for Fort William
A man amongst men.

He played the highland pipes
With heartbeat rhythms felt
That pumped his blood within
While wearing his clan's kilt.

Fishing at Loch Linnie
Would stir his Gaelic pride
As he viewed the heather
His Lassie by his side...


...he wakes up from his dream
And yet his dream lives on
To prove his Scottishness 
And confirm where he comes from.