Yon Wild Mossy Mountain
1.
Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' heather to feed,
And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes on his reed.
2.
Not Gowrie's rich valley nor Forth's sunny shores
To me hae the charms o' yon wild, mossy moors;
For there, by a lanely, sequester'd stream,
Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.
3.
Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;
For there wi' my lassie the lang day I rove,
While o'er us unheeded flie the swift hours o' love.
4.
She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair;
O' nice education but sma' is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me.
5.
To Beauty what man but maun yield him a prize,
In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
And when Wit and Refinement hae polish'd her darts,
They dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts.
6.
But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-sparkling e'e
Has lustre outshining the diamond to me,
And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd in her arms,
O, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms!

Yonder Wild Mossy Mountain

Yonder wild mossy mountains so lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth of the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys through heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.

Not Gowrie's rich valley nor Forth's sunny shores
To me have the charms of yonder wild, mossy moors;
For there, by a lonely, sequestered stream,
Resides a sweet girl, my thought and my dream.

Among those wild mountains shall still be my path,
Each stream foaming down its own green, narrow valley;
For there with my girl the long day I wander,
While over us unheeded fly the swift hours of love.

She is not the fairest, although she is fair;
Of nice education but small is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I love the dear lassie because she loves me.

To Beauty what man but must yield him a prize,
In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
And when Wit and Refinement has polished her darts,
They dazzle our eyes, as they fly to our hearts.

But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond sparkling eye
Has lustre outshining the diamond to me,
And the heart beating love as I am clasped in her arms,
O, these are my girl's all-conquering charms!