Bonnie Jeanie Deans

Far awa' frae Bonnie Scotland,
I have often spent my time,
By the mountains, lakes, and valleys,
In some distant, foreign clime.
There I'd sit and sometimes ponder,
'Midst their bright and varied scenes,
But my thoughts would always wander
To the hame o' Jeanie Deans.

Here's to Auld Reekie, and its glorious Princess Street,
Here's to Auld Reekie, and its famous Arthur's Seat,
Here's to Auld   Reekie, and   its grand historic scenes,
The hame o' Scotland's bravest lass, my bonnie Jeanie Deans.

Oft I see her sad and dreary,
Wi' tartan plaid and hame-spun gown;
Broken-hearted, worn, and weary,
Tramping on to London town.
Leaving those behind who missed her
Those who knew what true love means,
Seeking pardon for her sister,
Brave, true-hearted Jeanie Deans.

Fancy oftimes brings before me
Jeanie's simple, winsome style,
As she told her sad, sad story,
When she met the great Argyle.
Hear her pleading in the garden,
Asking mercy from her Queen;
See her joy, she's got the pardon
Brave, victorious Jeanie Deans.

"Jeanie, woman," though departed,
We will keep the honoured name,
Of one so true and loyal hearted,
Written on the scroll of fame.
Sir Walter Scott immortalised you - 
"Thou wert one of nature's queens;"
And in our hearts we'll ever prize you,
Gallant, Scottish Jeanie Dean