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