This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
My Highland home, where tempests blow,
And cold thy wintry looks,
Thy mountains crown'd with driven snow,
And ice-bound are thy brooks!
But colder far the Briton's heart,
However far he roam,
To whom these words no joy impart,
My native Highland home.
Then gang wi' me to Scotland dear;
We ne'er again will roam,
And with thy smiles so bonny, cheer
My native Highland home!
When summer comes, the heather bell
Shall tempt thy feet to rove,
The cushet dove with in the dell
Invite to peace and love!
For blythsome is the breath of May,
And sweet the bonny broom,
And blythe the dimpling rills that play
Around my Highland home!
Then gang wi' me, &c.