Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

315 . Song—Out over the Forth

OUT over the Forth, I look to the North;

But what is the north and its Highlands to me?

The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,

The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.

But I look to the west when I gae to rest,

That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;

For far in the west lives he I loe best,

The man that is dear to my babie and me.