Breathtaking beauty always in grandeur
Sweetly and fondly your valleys to stray,
Deep in the lowlands wonders are granted
Pure as the heaven's bright sparkling array.
I've wandered deserts, sailed mighty oceans
Lingered with starlight upon Eden's bay,
Nothing in memory matches the splendor;
Majestic the glory, sweet Ballantrae.

Embers of passion loom over mountains
Craggy the steep beneath heaven and stars,
Fierce are the gale winds pounding the valley
With lightning bolt frenzies ancient as Mars.
Monarchs have trod with visions of freedom
While heroes have marched alongside the fray,
Remember triumphs and kingdoms before you
Be still my solace, O sweet Ballantrae.

In youth I pondered the depth of my spirit
Memories now fading far from your sight,
Who will avenge with hymns of our nation?
Sweet Caledonia your song is in flight.
I seek not fame from embers of glory
Hail be your children aye true to their way,
Steadfast my reason hope is my longing
My sanctuary always, sweet Ballantrae.

Desolate beauties let Scotia defend
Gather your children from nations afar,
Wait not forever lest nature amend
Such glories and triumphs deadly as war.
Take not monarchs or history for granted
Tend them like lambs where green meadows stray,
Protect and defend freedom forever;
Where Stinchar flows gently, sweet Ballantrae.