AN OLD SONG — 1750

Oh, it's hame, hame, hame,

And it's hame I wadna be,

Till the Lord calls King James

To his ain countrie,

Bids the wind blaw frae France,

Till the Firth keps the faem,

And Loch Garry and Lochiel

Bring Prince Charlie hame.

May the lads Prince Charlie led

That were hard on Willie's track,

When frae Laffen field he fled,

Wi’ the claymore at his back,

May they stand on Scottish soil

When the White Rose bears the gree,

And the Lord calls the King

To his ain countrie!

Bid the seas arise and stand

Like walls on ilka side,

Till our Highland lad pass through

With Jehovah for his guide.

Dry up the River Forth,

As Thou didst the Red Sea,

When Israel cam hame

To his ain countrie.