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.