Poem by Anne Grant

Blue Bell of Scotland

Oh, where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone?
Oh, where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone?
He's gone with streaming banners were noble deeds are done,
And my sad heart will tremble till he comes safely home;
He's gone with streaming banners where noble deeds are done,
And my sad heart will tremble, till he comes safely home.

O where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay?
O where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay?
He dwelt beneath the holly-tree, beside the rapid Spey,
And many a blessing follow'd him the day he went away.
He dwelt beneath the holly-tree beside the rapid Spey,
And many a blessing follow'd him the day he went away.

Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear?
Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear?
A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war,
And a plaid across the manly breast that yet shall wear a star.
A bonnet with a lofty plume, a gallant badge of war,
And a plaid across the manly breast that yet shall wear a star.

Suppose, ah! suppose that some cruel wound
Should pierce your Highland laddie, and all your hopes confound!
The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly,
The spirit of a Highland chief would lighten in his eye:
The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly,
And for his king and country dear, with pleasure he would die.

But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland's bonny bounds,
But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland's bonny bounds,
His native land and liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds,
While wide through all our Highland hills his warlike name resounds;
His native land and liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds,
While wide through all the Highland hills his warlike name resounds. 

1. Eighteen Hundred and Thirteen
2. Sent to a Young Noblema
3. To Miss Dunbar of Boath
4. The Nymph of the Fountain
5. On the Death of Burns

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