Beyond the Cheviots and the Tweed, <br />Beyond the Firth of Forth, <br />My memory returns at speed <br />To Scotland and the North. <br /> <br />For still I keep, and ever shall, <br />A warm place in my heart for Scotland, <br />Scotland, Scotland, <br />A warm place in my heart for Scotland. <br /> <br />Oh, cruel off St. Andrew's Bay <br />The winds are wont to blow! <br />They either rest or gently play, <br />When there in dreams I go. <br /> <br />And there I wander, young again, <br />With limbs that do not tire, <br />Along the coast to Kittock's Den, <br />With whinbloom all afire. <br /> <br />I climb the Spindle Rock, and lie <br />And take my doubtful ease, <br />Between the ocean and the sky, <br />Derided by the breeze. <br /> <br />Where coloured mushrooms thickly grow, <br />Like flowers of brittle stalk, <br />To haunted Magus Muir I go, <br />By Lady Catherine's Walk. <br /> <br />In dreams the year I linger through, <br />In that familiar town, <br />Where all the youth I ever knew, <br />Burned up and flickered down. <br /> <br />There's not a rock that fronts the sea, <br />There's not an inland grove, <br />But has a tale to tell to me <br />Of friendship or of love. <br /> <br />And so I keep, and ever shall, <br />The best place in my heart for Scotland, <br />Scotland, Scotland, <br />The best place in my heart for Scotland!<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-scotland/
