Bonnie Strathyre
Sir H. Boulton


There's meadows in Lanark and mountains in Skye, 
And pastures in Hielands and Lowlands foreby; 
But there's nae greater luck that the heart could desire 
Than to herd the fine cattle in Bonnie Strathyre.

0' it's up in the morn and awa' to the hill, 
When the lang simmer days are sae warm and sae still, 
Till the peak of Ben Voirlich is girdled with fire, 
And the evening falls gently on Bonnie Strathyre.

Then there's mirth in the sheiling and love in my breast, 
When the sun is gaen doon and the kye are at rest; 
For there's mony a prince wad be proud to aspire 
To my winsome wee Maggie the pride o' Strathyre.

Her lips are like rowans in ripe summer seen, 
And mild as the starlight the glint o' her een; 
Far sweeter her breath than the scent o' the briar, 
And her voice is sweet music in Bonnie Strathyre.

Set Flora by Colin and Maggie by me,
And we'll dance to the pipes swelling loudly and free, 
Till the moon in the heavens climbing higher and higher 
Bids us sleep on fresh brackens in Bonnie Strathyre.

Though some in the toons o' the Lowlands seek fame, 
An' some will gang soldiering far frae their hame; 
Yet I'll ay herd my cattle and bigg my ain byre, 
And love my ain Maggie in Bonnie Strathyre.

The Valley of Strathyre is set between Callander and Lochearnhead in Perthshire. The village is overshadowed by Ben Vorlich (3,224 ft/983 m). Sir Harold Boulton set these words to the traditional tune "Taymouth".

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