Thank you, Esther. You and Wilfried have supplied the best answers so far. Yours seems to be a Scottish version of Wilfried's.

Here's what Wilfried linked:

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay.
.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay,
And to sit beside a turf- fire in the cabin
And to watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
.
For the breezes blowing o' er the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties,
Speak a 1anguage that the strangers do not know.
.
For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way
They scorn'd us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star
.
And if there is going to be life hereafter,
And somehow I am sure there's going to be
I will ask God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea
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I'm going to tinker with Esther's remembered lines:

If you ever go across the sea to Scotland -
it may be 10 hundred miles or more-
to see again the moon rise over Stirling
and the sun go down on Bonnie Alva Glen. [how about 'shore'?]
Oh to see again the splendour of the Auchills,
the road that leads right up and in to Perth,
and to.sit beside a trout.stream in Dumbarton,
and to know you're on the dearest land on earth.

Oh the winds that blow across the fields of Scotland
are perfumed by the Heather as they go....
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This must have been a well-known song at one time because of the number of parodies posted above.