The Rolling Hills Of The Borders

D G D

I've travelled far, I've wandered wide

A

I've seen the Hudson, I've seen the Clyde

Hm G D

Courted by Loch Lomondside

A D

But I dearly love the borders

D G D

When I die, bury me low

A

Where I can hear the bonnie Tweed flow

Hm G D

A fairer place I never did know

A D

Than the rolling hills o' the borders

Often I hae mind o' the day

Wi' my lass I strolled by the Tay

But all its beauty fades away

Among the hills o' the borders

When I die...

There's a certain peace of mind

And bonnie lassies there you will find

Men so sturdy but men so kind

Among the hills o' the borders

When I die...

The Scottish Borders

En af de få skotske sange der berømmer og besynger lavlandet. Dette adskiller sig historisk, geografisk og kulturelt fra højlandet. Allerede i middelalderen var området langt mere orienteret mod omverdenen end klanerne var og folk levede et liv der ikke nævneværdigt adskildte sig fra de omkringliggende lande. Tekst og musik af Matt McGinn.

The Pure Malt Songbook

David Fønsbo

2005-01-23T13:49:01