* HAME *

There's a wee, wee glen in the Hielan's,

Where I fain, fain would be;

There's an auld kirk there on the hillside

I weary sair to see.

In a low lythe nook in the graveyard

Drearily stands alane,

Marking the last lair of a’ I lo'ed,

A wee moss-covered stane.

There's an auld hoose sits in a hollow

Half happit by a tree;

At the door the untended lilac

Still blossoms for the bee;

But the auld roof is sairly seggit,

There's nane now left to care;

And the thatch ance sae neatly stobbit

Has lang been scant and bare.

Aft as I lie‘ neath a foreign sky

In dreams I see them a’ —

The auld dear kirk, the dear auld hame,

The glen sae far awa’.

Dreams flee at dawn, and the tropic sun

Nae ray o’ hope can gie;

I wander on o'er the desert lone,

There's nae mair hame for me.