Whan I haik't up to Craigie Hill
And lookit east and west
In a' the world,' said I to mysel',
My ain shire is the best.'
Whan I haik't up to Craigie Hill
And frae the hicht look't doun
There is nae place,' said I to mysel',
Mair braw nor our borough-toun.'
And a' be mysel' on Craigie Hill
I spak in the Lord's ear,
O! whan the haly bugles trill
Let me wauken up richt here.'