"Out Over the Forth" by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

"Out over the Forth I look to the north,
But what is the north
and its Highlands to me?

"The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
the far foreign land,
or the wild rolling sea.

"Bit I look to the west, when I gae to rest,
that happy my dreams and my slumber may be;
For far in the west lives he I lo'e best,
the lad that is dear to my babie and me."