Though I a wanderer be No home on land or sea Still my heart return to thee In silent riverie Though on Scotland's bonnie shore My feet shall tread no more When I die, will you bury me Beneath the rowan tree I love thy frosty morn Where the hunters winds it's horn And I heathered moors and glens I'll not roam again Though on Scotland's purple breast I no longer take my rest When I die, will you bury me Beneath the rowan tree At brave Cunoden's stand Highland blood like water ran 3000 pounds upon my head For dear, life one fled Oh but though no crown I won I'll always be your yom' native son So When I die, will you bury me Beneath the rowan tree