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There's nae hills like the Scottish hills 'Mang a' that rise and fa', The Lowthers and the Grampions, Sae buirdly and sae braw ; The Pentlands and the Ochils, Sae comely aye to...
There's nae hills like the Scottish hills 'Mang a' that rise and fa', The Lowthers and the Grampions, Sae buirdly and sae braw ; The Pentlands and the Ochils, Sae comely aye to see, - O' a' the hills o' Scotland still, The Sidlaw Hills for me.
An' why sae dear the Sidlaws ? Ah, that's the tale to tell ; It's no' their buik, - though a' in ane They wadna match Goatfell. They wadna mak Ben Nevis, Though biggit three on three, Yet Goatfell nor Ben Nevis Is hauf sae dear to me.
Oh. I can leave Ben Nevis, Nor feel a partin' pang ; Goatfell, too, and Ben Lomond, Sae bauld the hills amang ; But aye my heart gaes dunt for dunt, Whaurever I may be, If ane but names the Sidlaws, The hills o' hame, to me.
Ilk' time we cross the Ochils My e'e darts ower Strathmore - It's first Kinnoull, then Murray's Ha', Syne ithers hauf a score ; Dunsinnan and Kinpurnie, And a' sae fair to see : They're wee bit knowes the Sidlaws, But, oh, they're dear to me.
They're dear to me for mony ties My heart will never tyne, For sichts an' soun's their very thocht Reca's frae auld lang syne. O' those wi' whom I speil'd their broos Bare-leggit to the knee, An' but to clasp their han's again There's nocht I wadna gi'e.
Then sing's ye like o' ither hills, And a' their glories tell, The Lowthers an' the Grampions, Ben Nevis an' Goatfell ; But dinna ferlie though I sit An' never lift an e'e : They're wee bit knowes the Sidlaws, But, oh, they're dear to me.