Fly We to Some Desert Isle
Fly We to Some Desert Isle | |
Robert Tannahill
| Fly we to some desert isle, There we'll pass our days together, Shun the world's derisive smile, Wand'ring tenants of the heather: Shelter'd in some lonely glen, Far remov'd from mortal ken, Forget the selfish ways o' men, Nor feel a wish beyond each other. | 2. Though my friends deride me still, Jamie, I'll disown thee never; Let them scorn me as they will, I'll be thine--and thine for ever. What are a' my kin to me, A' their pride o' pedigree? What were life, if wanting thee, And what were death, if we maun sever! |