Oh, I see the great mountains

Oh, I see the lofty mountains

OH I see the corries

I see the peaks under the mist



I see right away the place of my birth

I will be welcomed in a language which I understand

I will receive hospitality and love when I reach there

That I would not trade for tons of gold



I see woods there, I see thickets

I see fair, fertile fields there

I see the deer on the ground of the corries

Shrouded in a garment of mist



High mountains with lovely slopes

Folk abiding there who are customarily kind

Light is my step when I go bounding to see them

And I will remain a while there willingly



Composed by John Cameron (Ballachulish) in 1856

This tune evokes a mixture of emotions; it has often been played in funerals, including John F.

Kennedy's in Arlington, Virginia, 1963