Wee Hoos Mang the Heather

[SPOKEN] I am going to tell ye, I had a letter from my mither yesterday and she said in her letter that Somebody was asking very kindly for me and sends their love. Of course, I ken who that Somebody is – Maggie. Of course, you don't Ken Maggie. Well, Maggie lives beside my mither just a wee bit roon the hill, so that's why I'm going to tell you aboot Maggie's hoos. The wee hoos 'mong the heather

There's a wee hoose on the hillside that I haven't seen for years.
I've an awful longing feeling and my eyes whiles dim wi' tears
When I think on a' the happy days I spent beside that spot,
And the games we played as laddies there will never be forgot.

There's a wee hoose 'mang the heather; there's a wee hoose o'er the sea.
There's a lassie in that wee hoose waitin' patiently for me.
She's the picture o' perfection, O! I wouldna tell a lee.
If ye seen her ye would love her just the same as me.

Though A'm far awa' frae Scotland and the scenes I lo'e sae weel,
There's a beat for the auld country that in ev'ry pulse I feel,
For though other lands are bonnie and the other folks are kind,
There is one scene and one only that is ever in my mind.