Beneath a Rowan Tree

though i a wanderer be

no home on land or sea

still my heart returns to thee

in silent reverie

though on scotland's bonnie shore

my feet shall tread no more

when i die will you bury me

beneath a rowan tree

i love thy frosty morn

where the hunter winds his horn

and thy heathered moors and glens

i'll not roam again

though on scotland's purple breast

i no longer take my rest

when i die will you bury me

beneath a rowan tree

at brave cunoden's stand

highland blood like water ran

with 30,000pounds upon my head

for dear life 1fled

oh but though no crown i won

i'll always be yom'native son

so when i die will you bury me

beneath a rowan tree

beneath a rowan tree