Poem by Robert Burns

On Highland Hospitality

A Verse Composed and repeated by Burns, 
to the master of the house, 
on taking leave at a place in the Highlands, 
where he had been hospitably entertained

WHEN death’s dark stream I ferry o’er,
  A time that surely shall come,
In Heaven itself I’ll ask no more
  Than just a Highland welcome.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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