O! THE happy days o' youth are fast gaun by, An' whaur shall we shelter frae its storm when they blaw, They said that wisdom came wi' manhood's riper years, I canna dow but sigh, I canna dow but mourn, For the blithe happy days that never can return; O! the bonnie waving broom, whaur aften we did meet, O! the sunny days o' youth, they couldna aye remain, Sae farewell happy days, an' farewell youthfu' glee, OH! WHY LEFI OH! why left I my hame? Where my forefathers sleep? I sigh for Scotia's shore, And I gaze across the sea, But I canna get a blink O' my ain countrie. The palm-tree waveth high, And fair the myrtle springs, And to the Indian maid The bulbul sweetly sings; Wi' its tassels on the lea, Oh! here, no Sabbath bell Awakes the Sabbath morn; Nor song of reapers heard Amang the yellow corn; For the tyrant's voice is here, And the wail of slavery; But the sun of freedom shines In my ain countrie. There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys of our heart Come never back again. There's a track upon the deep, And a path across the sea, But the weary ne'er return To their ain countrie. O! WHAT IS THIS WORLD, WI' ITS O! WHAT is this world, wi' its wealth and renown, There's mony a wee biggin', in forest and glen, Wi' its clean sandit floor, an' its but and its ben, Where there's mair o' that peace which contentment aye brings, Than is found in the palace o' princes or kings. We canna get fortune, we canna get fame, We canna behind us a' leave a bit name; They say that life's short, and they dinna say wrang, |