The lamp o' day its radiance threw
Far o'er the Grampian mountains blue,
'Mid burning clouds, when last adieu
⁠I bade to Caledonia.

And as I mark'd the mountains high,
Like vapour melt 'tween sea and sky,
Deep breath'd my heart a prayer and sigh
⁠For native Caledonia.

I love the streams, I love the linn,
That foamin' fa's wi' deaf'nin' din,
The bick'rin' burns that rowe within
⁠The glens of Caledonia.

The lochs sae peaceful, lone, profound,
The misty mountains tow'ring round,
Whose echoing rocks at eve resound
⁠The songs of Caledonia.