Whan I haik't up to Craigie Hill
And lookit east and west;
"In a' the world," said I to mysel',
"My ain shire is the best."
Whan I haik't up to Craigie Hill
And frae the hicht look't doun;
"There is nae place," said I to mysel',
"Mair braw nor our borough-toun."
And a' be mysel' on Craigie Hill
I spak in the Lord's ear;
"O! whan the haly bugles trill
Lat me wauken up richt here.!