Out Over The Forth

Out over the Forth, I look to the North;
But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
The south nor the east gieease to my breast,
The far foreign land, orthe wide rolling sea.

ButI look to the west when I gaeto rest,
That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
For far in the west lives he I loe best,
The man that is dear to my babie and me.