"Tis the land of deep shadow, of sunshine, and shower, I have trod merry England, and dwelt on its charms; THE EMIGRANT'S WISH. ANON. I WISH we were hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where the simple are weal, and the gentle are leal, We've been wi' the gay, and the gude where wi've come, Och I wish we were hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where daffin and glee wi' the friendly and free, Och I wish we were hame to our ain folk, Then I wish we were hame to our ain folk, But deep are the howes and high are the knowes That keep us awa' frae our ain folk. The seat by the door where our auld faithers sat, While down by the kailyard the burnie rowed clear, 'Twas mair to my liking than aught that is here. Then I wish we were hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where the wild thistles wave o'er th' abodes o' the brave, And the graves are the graves o' our ain folk. But happy, gey lucky, we'll trudge on our way, And, tho' in this world our ain still we miss, We'll meet them at last in a world o' bliss; And then we'll be hame to our ain folk, Our kind and our true-hearted ain folk, Where far 'yont the moon in the heavens aboon |