THE ROLLING HILLS OF THE BORDERS
THE ROLLING HILLS OF THE BORDER
by
Matt McGinn
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know
The rolling hills o the Borders
I've travelled far and wandered wide
Seen the Hudson and the Clyde
Courted by Loch Lomond’s side
But I dearly love the Borders
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know
The rolling hills o the Borders
Well do I have mind the day
Wi my lass, I strolled by the Tay
But all its beauty fades away
Among the hills o the Borders
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know
The rolling hills o the Borders
There's a certain place of mind
Bonnie lassies there you’ll find
Men so sturdy yet so kind
Among the hills o the Borders
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know
The rolling hills o the Borders