The Rolling Hills Of the Borde

1. When I die bury me low

where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow

a sweeter place I never did know

the rolling hills of the Border.

2. I've travelled far wandered wide

I've seen the Hudson and the Clyde

I parted by Loch Lomond side

but I dearly love the Border.

3. Well do I remind the day

with my lassies strode by the way

but all these beauties fade away

among the hills of the Border.

4. There's a certain place of mine

bonnie lassies there you'll find

men so sturdy yet so kind

among the hills of the Border.