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 gie ease to my breast,

The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.

But I look to the west when I gae to my rest,

That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;

For far in the west lives he I love best,

The man that is dear to my babie and me.