Henry's Songbook

Chorus:
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the bonnie Tweed flow
A fairer place I never did know
Than the rolling hills o' the borders

I've travelled far, I've wandered wide
I've seen the Hudson, I've seen the Clyde
Courted by Loch Lomondside
But I dearly love the borders

Often I hae mind o' the day
Wi' my lass I strolled by the Tay
But all its beauty fades away
Among the hills o' the borders

There's a certain peace of mind
And bonnie lassies there you will find
Men so sturdy but men so kind
Among the hills o' the borders

(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)

[1983:] As the ravaging hoards "dormobile" their way north to the highlands of Scotland to hear the traditional skirl of the cash registers, they miss one of the most beautiful parts of the country. Matt McGinn, the late writer and performer of many humorously incisive songs, changed styles to write about the border country of Scotland. (Notes McCalmans, 'Ancestral Manoeuvres')