I've roamed by Tweed, I've roamed by Tay
By border Nith and Highland Spey
But dearer far to me than they
The braes o' Bennachie
Gin I were where Gadie rins
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins
At the back o' Bennachie
When blade and blossoms sprout in spring
And bid the burdies wag the wing
They blithely bob and soar and sing
At the foot o' Bennachie
Gin I were where Gadie rins
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins
At the back o' Bennachie
When simmer cleeds the varied scene
Wi' licht o' gowd and leaves o' green
I fain would be where oft I've been
At the foot o' Bennachie
Gin I were where Gadie rins
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins
At the back o' Bennachie
When autumn's yellow sheaf is shorn
And barn-yards stored wi' stooks o' corn
'Tis blythe to climb the Clyack horn
At the foot o' Bennachie
Gin I were where Gadie rins
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins
At the back o' Bennachie
When winter winds blaw sharp and shrill
O'er icy burn and sheeted hill
The inglenook is gleesome still
At the foot o' Bennachie
Gin I were where Gadie rins
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins
At the back o' Bennachie
Though few to welcome me remain
Though all I loved be dead and gone
I'll back, though, I should live alane
To the foot o' Bennachie
Gin I were where Gadie rins
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins
At the back o' Bennachie
Gin I were where Gadie rins
Where Gadie rins, where Gadie rins
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins
At the back o' Bennachie