The Rolling Hills Of The Border - Matt McGinn
When I die bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know
The rolling hills of the borders
I've traveled far wandered wide
I've seen the Hudson and the Clyde
I've courted by Loch Lomond's side
But I dearly love the borders
When I die bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know
The rolling hills of the borders
Well do I have mind of the day
With my lassie I strolled by the Tay
But all these beauties fade away
Among the hills of the borders
When I die bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know
The rolling hills of the borders
There's a certain peace of mind
Bonnie lassies there you'll find
Men so sturdy yet so kind
Among the hills of the borders
When I die bury me low
Where I can hear the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never did know
The rolling hills of the borders