Highland Boy

Through a field there ran a brook
 From the hills beyond
 Where a boy put down his book
 And from me now is gone
 I am reminded of him here
 Where rain on heather falls
 The pages scattered on the banks
 Since first he heard the call
 "Arise, arise, and come away
 You are our pride and joy
 The drums shall roll and the pipes shall play
 For our highland boy"
 He sailed on ships and loved a wife
 Children played upon his knee
 He read the story of his life
 That told his destiny
 And when in Death's cold eyes he looked
 He bravely faced the foe
 And through his heart there ran the brook
 He followed long ago
 And so we laid him to his rest
 We laid him gently down
 We heard Scotland's bonnie drums
 And there was glory in the ground
 The field shall be his blanket warm
 The stars his diadem
 The hills shall stand his honor guard
 And the pipes his requiem