Tune - "Humours Of Glen." I. Their Groves O' Sweet Myrtle Let Foreign Lands Reckon, Where Bright-Beaming Summers Exalt The Perfume; Far Dearer To Me Yon Lone Glen O' Green Brockan, Wi' The Burn Stealing Under The Lang Yellow Broom: Far Dearer To Me Are Yon Humble Broom Bowers, Where The Blue-Bell And Gowan Lurk Lowly Unseen; For There, Lightly Tripping Amang The Wild Flowers, A Listening The Linnet, Aft Wanders My Jean. Ii. Tho' Rich Is The Breeze In Their Gay Sunny Valleys, And Cauld Caledonia'S Blast On The Wave; Their Sweet-Scented Woodlands That Skirt The Proud Palace, What Are They? - The Haunt Of The Tyrant And Slave! The Slave'S Spicy Forests, And Gold-Bubbling Fountains, The Brave Caledonian Views Wi' Disdain; He Wanders As Free As The Winds Of His Mountains, Save Love'S Willing Fetters, The Chains O' His Jean.