My heart's in the Firebogs, my heart is in Ix;
My heart's in Ilmenskie, mining with picks;
Cooking some awesome stew, and fixing up my hoe,
My heart's with the Giants wherever I go.
Farewell to the Meadow, farewell to the Heights,
The birth-place of Glitchen, and butterflies’ flights.
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Groddles for ever I love.
Farewell to fair Nottis covered with snow;
Farewell to Vantulu’s green valleys below;
Farewell to the piggies and chickens and trees;
Farewell to Jethimadh’s eleven mysteries.
My heart's in Xalanga, my heart’s in Kajuu;
My heart's in Pollokoo, with batterfly poo;
Whistling to fireflies, and making rubeweed grow,
My heart's with the Giants wherever I go.
My heart's in Tamila, my heart’s in Tahli;
My heart's in Bortola, singing for thee;
Bounding untenured, leaping to and fro,
My heart's with the Giants wherever I go.
Farewell to Baqala, farewell to Choru,
The bartender in Hell, the guts we fall through.
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of Aranna for ever I love.
Farewell to Jal’s salmon, swimming with glee;
Farewell to Balzare and Roobrik in the trees;
Farewell to Folivaria’s wild-hanging sloths;
Farewell to the foxes whose fibers make cloths.
My heart's in Ormonos, my heart’s in Zhambu;
My heart's in Salatu, emoting with you;
The Rook may be looming, but always, I know,
My heart's with the Giants wherever I go.
With thanks to Robert Burns, who wrote the original, and Connemara, whose version I had in mind and have uploaded here.