Posthumously published in 1890
A poem by Charles Mackay, LLD., [1814-1889]

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart's in the glens,
Tracing the burnies and climbing the Bens,
Treading the heather and bracken so green,
With gowans and bluebells up-glinting between.

My heart's in the land of the leal and the true,
The land of the kilt and the bonnets of blue,
Where the plaid never covered the breast of a slave,
And the lassies are fair and the laddies are brave.

My heart's in the Highlands, the long summer day
Breathing the health-giving breeze on the brae,
And braving the tempests that gather below ;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

My heart's in the Highlands, in sunshine and cloud,
On the loch, in the corrie far frae the crowd ;
By the rivers I love, in the glens where they flow,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!