Этот перевод дал мне первое место за стихи на фестивале английского языка в нашем городе. Правда, сейчас он несколько изменён (убрано одно слово, которое я перевела неправильно), но смысл, слог, рифма — всё осталось. Поэтому — прошу!

My heart's in the Highlands. (Robert Burns)

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the