On 26th February 1950 Harry Lauder died . Harry Lauder was a Scottish singer; born on 4th August 1870 in Portobello, he was knighted in 1919 for his services to war effort. Amongst his achievements he was the first British entertainer to a million records. Below is one of them.

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When I Get Back Again To Bonnie Scotland

Richt ootside her faither’s cottage at the bottom o’ the glen
I’ve left ma bonnie lassie bathed in tears
She nearly broke her hairt when I said we’ll hiv tae pairt
Because I’m gaun away fur seeven years
But she dried her tears away when I spoke aboot the day
That I’d come back again an’ make her mine
She said “When you cross the seas, Jock, I hope you’ll write tae me,”
An’ since I left I’m singing all the time …

“Her cheeks are like the bloomin’ rose
An’ her neck is like the swan
Her face it is the sweetest face I’ve ever looked upon
An’ I’ll rowe her in the heather yes as sure as my name’s John
When I gae back again tae bonnie Scotland
…. Cheeks are like the bloomin’ rose
An’ her neck is like the swan
Her face it is the sweetest face I’ve ever looked upon
An’ I’ll rowe her in the heather yes as sure as my name’s John
When I gae back again tae bonnie Scotland.”

(Hii)

Oh I pressed her to ma bosom an’ I kissed her on the neck
An’ I told her I could eat her withoot salt
She said, “I like your style, you’re fairly gawn yer mile.”
I said, “I know, but that’s my only fault ….
I’m a chap that likes tae cuddle an’ caress a bonnie lass
An’ a chap that cannie do it ‘nough the time.”
She said, “I ken that John, an’ I’ll miss you when ye’re gone.”
I said, “So will I but still I’ll always sing …..

“Her cheeks are like the bloomin’ rose
An’ her neck is like the swan
Her face it is the sweetest face I’ve ever looked upon
An’ I’ll rowe her in the heather yes as sure as my name’s John
When I go back again tae bonnie Scotland.”

(Hii-hii-hii hii …. But I say chaps, wait till I tell ye this ….)

Of the way that I canoodled her an’ she canoodles me
I never will forget it all ma life
Her bosom it was swelling, in ma eyes the tears were welling
She made me wish ma time was up an’ her my wife
For she’s all the world tae me, an’ as far as I can see
If there’s no mistake aboot it I can see
That the lassie’s fond of me, ay, she’s very fond o’ me
Ha-ha, an’ I’m pleased tae say she’s very fond o’ me.

(Hee-hee-hee huh!)

“An’ her cheeks are like the bloomin’ rose
An’ her neck is like the swan
Her face it is the sweetest face I’ve ever looked upon
An’ I’ll rowe her in the heather yes as sure as my name’s John
When I gae back again tae bonnie Scotland.
Her cheeks are like the bloomin’ rose
An’ her neck is like the swan
Her face it is the sweetest face I’ve ever looked upon
An’ I’ll rowe her in the heather yes as sure as my name’s John
When I gae back again tae bonnie Scotland.”

by Harry Lauder in 1909