Home sickness I am feeling
For the Highlands for the shieling.
For the cattle in the Lowlands,
For the deer roaming the mountain.
For the clear blue rippling waters,
For the salmon jumping the river,
For the bramble, little humped one,
For the briar rose, little thorned one.
For the bracken, for the heather,
For the sea-tang and misty weather,
For the blackbird in the willow
With its yellow beak and clean keen
whistle.