Oh bonnie Scotland

I do miss you so

Your beautiful glenns are calling me

Memories of long hikes through the heather

Often battling through rainy days

Warding off the nasty biting midges

Being rewarded when the sun returned

Big mountains stepped out from the clouds

Raging rivers fed the huge lochs

I have felt the energy of your rugged landscape

It builds strong characters 

It shapes a nation of hard working people

Who craft the finest single malts

Proudly displaying their heritage 

Fiercely guarding traditions

I can smell the steaming haggis

I can taste the single malt

I can hear the piper playing

I can see the glenn

I can feel gentle rain they call scotch mist

I feel the urge to go back

Oh bonnie Scotland

I do miss you so