LONE PLACES OF THE DEER

Lone places of the deer,

Corrie, and Loch, and Ben,

Fount that wells in the cave,

Voice of the burn and the wave,

Softly you sing and clear

Of Charlie and his men!

Here has he lurked, and here

The heather has been his bed,

The wastes of the islands knew

And the Highland hearts were true

To the bonny, the brave, the dear,

The royal, the hunted head.