The Rolling Hills Of The Borders. (Matt McGinn)

When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow,
A sweeter place I never will know,
Than the rolling hills o the Borders.

I’ve travelled far and wandered wide,
I’ve seen the Hudson and the Clyde,
I’ve wondered by Loch Lomond side,
But I dearly love the Borders.

Well that I remember the day
When wi my love I strolled by the Tay,
But all this beauty fades away,
Among the hills o the Borders.

There’s a certain peace of mind
Bonnie lassies there you will find
Men so strong and men so kind,
Among the hills o the Borders.