My Bonny Teviotdale
By John Halliday

Talk not to me of brighter lands
beyond the stormy sea,
Their streams may run with golden sands
but what are they to me.
I care na' for the gems they boast,
though true may be their tale,
Give me the heather flower that blooms
in bonnie Teviotdale.

For hearts I love beat kindly there
in sweet response to mine,
And pleasing looks from friendly eyes
upon my pathway shine.
I'm happy as the bird whose song
floats o'er the scented vale,
And for the world I wouldna' leave
my bonnie Teviotdale.

Perhaps if ye should come that way
you'd own at once wi' me,
The lasses are as lovely there
as eye o' man can see.
I have a flower I ca' my ain,
the sweetest in the vale,
For her dear sake I'll never leave
our bonnie Teviotdale

Last verse not so relevant but can't leave it unfinished